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Yours For The Taking

Authors note: everyone say thanks to @romanoffsbish (and sorry for the late post guys, didn’t realize it was the 4th lol)

Warnings: Nat has a penis, typical a/b/o stuff(claiming, mating, knotting), sexual content (oral sex, vaginal sex)

Word count: 6632 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

To say Natasha wasn’t like other Alphas would be a massive understatement. After everything you've done to gain her affections and attention, any other Alpha would have pounced on you by now, but not Natasha. And even more frustratingly it’s not like she's ignoring you or uninterested, the way she reacts to you tells you she is, but she never acts on this.

Every gentle caress you give her arm or cheek has her leaning in, chasing more of your touch. Every compliment you give her has her smiling shyly with pink dusted cheeks as she softly compliments you in return. Every flirtatious remark you give her leaves her blushing profusely and has her looking down at the floor in order to stutter out a response. And on the rare occasions where she's the one to flirt, well it's the most pitiful thing you’ve ever heard. It's nothing like what she can accomplish on missions or when she's being playful with the guys, no it's more akin to what a nervous college boy would say while at the bar.

And whenever you pump out your pheromones in an attempt to lure her in, you see how she reacts. In fact you take great pleasure in watching how you affect her. It starts with her eyes dilating, followed by her licking her lips. Next her breathing increases and her limbs tremble ever so slightly. Then lastly she shifts to adjust her pants before promptly leaving the room.

So really it's quite clear she harbors some type of feelings for you, but for some reason she just doesn't act on them. You’ve never known an Alpha to behave in such a way, but then you've never known an Alpha that had such an unusual and cruel upbringing as she had. You figured it had something to do with her shyness and quietness with her obvious attraction, it's why you tried so hard, you wanted to work her out of her shell. Unfortunately that approach is slow going.

“Have you seen Nat?” you ask, entering the kitchen and to your annoyance Wanda gives you a knowing look. Damn perceptive Alpha

“She's at SHIELD” Kate answers through a bite of Yelenas special mac & cheese, “I think she's doing something with the recruits today. At least that's what Clint said”

You nod, “Thanks Kate. If anyone needs me- ”

“You’ll be at SHIELD” Wanda finishes, sending you a wink

It doesn’t take you long to get to SHIELD, and once you get there you’re treated for a show. Natashas in her black leggings that hug her form perfectly, with her black tank that shows off her sculpted biceps off to match. Her hair is back in a tight braid and she wears a proud smirk as one of the recruits, an overconfident young Alpha by the looks of him, hobbles away from her spot on the training mats. Seems she had been given the task of teaching the recruits hand to hand combat today, and she's not going easy on them.

Half of them looked like they've been asked to hogtie a rampaging Hulk, and the other half looked like they’d been run over by him while trying. You decide to hang back in the shadows by the doorway. You suspect she knows you're there, she is the Black Widow after all, but it's much more fun for you to watch this than make yourself known to the recruits in the room. It's not often you have the opportunity to shamelessly ogle her out in the field, so this is a very welcomed change.

She easily fights her way through the next handful of recruits, offering them advice and criticism as she does so, and god does she look hot. Muscles flexing, sweat dripping down her porcelain skin, mischief shining in her eyes with that damn cocky smirk. You love getting to witness her in her element. Even more so when you know just how much she squirms when you remove her from it.

“Alright, that's enough for today” she announces, wiping the sweat from her brow, “I don’t want to break any of Furys new guys”

The crowd erupts in a symphony of groans at her remark, but one of the Alphas, the young man you remember from earlier gives her a defiant growl, “No way an ex KGB turncoat could break me”

Her eyebrows knit together as she glares at him, a growl of her own leaving her throat, “Well, I’m not just an ex KGB agent McKinnon. I'm also a level 10 SHIELD agent and an Avenger, so rest assured, if I wanted to I’d send you to Fury in pieces. You're all dismissed.”

You watch with a smug smile as she puts him in his place, making all the recruits quiet down before they all file out of the room. There's a definite slump to McKinnon's shoulders that has you quite proud of the Russian and you almost feel bad knowing that you're about to make her a stumbling mess

“Hey Natty” you call out, walking towards her with a smile

Her gaze shoots over to you and a familiar pink settles across the apples of her cheeks as she remembers that you walked in a while ago, which means you not only got to witness her fighting skills but you also got to see her tell off the younger Alpha. She secretly hopes you enjoyed both displays of strength

“Hi-Hey” she stutters, and her brows furrow in frustration at herself. She takes a deep breath before trying again, “Hi Y/n”

Your smile never falters which helps put her at ease, and a smile of her own breaks across her features, “Have fun tossing around Furys new rookies?”

“You have no idea” she replies, her cocky smirk returning briefly, “I don’t understand why they always hate hand to hand combat training.”

Your eyes rake over her as you chew on your bottom lip, “Yeah, me either”

Her blush returns ten fold and she fidgets with her fingers in her nervousness, “So uh, what um, what brings you over here?”

“Well…” you draw out, letting your hand trail up her bicep, making her swallow thickly, “I thought you might be hungry after such an active afternoon. Wanna grab lunch?”

“Yeah, sure” she answers, trying not to sound too eager to spend time with you even though she absolutely was, “Where were you thinking?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you go grab a quick shower, and by the time you're done I’ll have a place picked out”

She nods, “I’m holding you to that”

“And what's that supposed to mean?” you ask, a knowing smile on your face

She smiles and holds her hands up in surrender as she takes a few steps back towards the locker rooms, “Nothing, nothing. You can just be a little indecisive, that's all”

“Don’t make me go to lunch without you” you tease, knowing full well you would never do such a thing. But the slight crease of worry in the Alphas brows tells you she doesn’t realize that, “Go shower Natty. I’m not leaving without you.”

“Ok” She blushes, still not entirely used to your ability to read her so easily, “I won’t be too long. Be right back”

You nod and watch her walk away, shamelessly letting your eyes look over her toned back before traveling down to glance at her muscular thighs. And you'd be lying if you said you didn’t admire the sway of her hips as she walked through the locker room door.

There was no doubt Natasha was a very physically attractive Alpha, and you did admire her muscles and her beauty, but there was far more to her than that. Her smirk could give you butterflies, her sense of humor never failed to make you laugh, her sarcastic quips always amused you, her laugh always made you smile, her kindness was incredible for someone that had been through so much hardship, her smile could always brighten your day, her protectiveness always made you feel safe and cared for, her eyes were always so warm and welcoming, her physical and mental strength was awe inspiring, her gentleness proved how good of a heart she had as most Alphas were much more rough, and her touch.

God her touch, it practically set your skin ablaze and had your heart beating wildly inside your chest. But the adorable Alpha was so shy and unsure that she didn’t indulge in this too often, much to your chagrin. But when she did, you could tell she felt the same sparks you did. Which made her lack of initiation frustrating at times.

“Hey, you ready?”

Her voice brings you out of your thoughts and you nearly sputter at how quick she was, “Jesus, if your hair wasn’t wet I would think no water even touched you. You were only gone like six minutes”

“Well, you know SHIELD taught us those quick military showers when we were recruits and anytime I’m here that training just sorta kicks in” She laughs it off trying not to let you know she was so quick because of her excitement, “So, where are we eating?”

“I was thinking Italian, so B’artusi?”

Her eyes light up, “Yeah, sounds good. Come on, the subway will get us there the quickest”

As you descend the stairs into the subway you try not to let your anxieties show, but as usual the Alpha is able to read you easily

She eyes you carefully, “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I just don’t take the subway too often since it's not really that safe for Omegas on their own, so seeing and smelling all these Alphas makes me a little nervous” you reply, taking a deep breath in an attempt to focus on her pine and jasmine scent, “That must sound a bit silly coming from an Avenger”

“I don’t think it's silly” she replies, looking at you in the gentle way that she does, “In a way i can understand.”

“Really?” you ask, finding comfort in the fact that the brave Alpha could relate

She nods, “Yeah, all the scents can be overwhelming. But if you get stressed, just remember I’m right here.”

“Thanks Natty” you say, smiling softly making her heart melt

The two of you make your way through the crowd until the subway car is in view. You both allow the people in front of you to file in before following and Natasha heads in first. She leads you to an empty section of seats towards the back and lets you sit down first before taking the seat next to you. The doors then close and the subway takes off.

The ride proceeds as normal, stopping a few times to let people on and off before taking off again. During all this you focus on Natasha, having an easy casual conversion to distract yourself from the constant changing smells of Alphas. It works, for a while at least. But at the last stop a group of four rowdy Alphas board.

They’re loud and obnoxious, but nothing you haven’t seen before. Their scents bother you though, and by the looks of their attire it's easy to understand why. They’re fresh from the gym and high on adrenaline, and coupled with their rowdiness their pheromones are working in overdrive. It's bad enough that you even see the redhead's nose twitch a few times.

Their gaze eventually turns to you and subconsciously your leg starts bouncing to help quell your anxieties. To help calm yourself further you reach out for Natashas hand. Not expecting the contact from you, the Alpha stiffens at first, but when realization hits her she settles and tries to ignore the warmth rushing to her cheeks. Distracted, she fails to notice the group take in her unusual reaction and being more brawn than brain they don't read it as shyness, they see it as a lack of interest.

“Hey there baby” the gruff voice of the lead Alpha calls out, “Why don’t you come over here with me and my boys? We’re more than willing to give you our undivided attention”

“Yeah, might even give you a nice treat” another of them snickers, adjusting the crotch of his shorts

“Back. Off.” Natasha growls, her hand moving from your hand to your hip, and she pulls you closer as she pumps out her pheromones. You know it's to drive the other Alphas back, but you can’t deny that it has the opposite effect on you. You’d do anything to melt against her right now and bury your face against her neck.

“I think you're the one that needs to back off.” he says, chuckling with a cocky smirk, “In case you haven’t noticed, you're a little outnumbered. And I think we’re better suited to care for her needs”

Her lip curls with another growl, a deeper one this time as she puffs out her chest. Cleary these dumb, overly cocky assholes had no idea that the Alpha they were messing with was an Avenger. Let alone the Black Widow, an Alpha that could easily mop the floor with all of them. But you both have a feeling they're very close to finding that out.

“Poor ‘mega. We can take care of you baby” another one of them suddenly says, stepping closer to you. He pays no attention to your obvious discomfort as you attempt to shift away from him and closer to Natasha, and he crosses yet another line by cupping your jaw, “One of us might even keep you after we’ve all had our turn”

And that's all it takes for Natasha to lose what small shred of patience she had left.

A few minutes later the train stops at your station, and Natasha makes her way back over to where you sit. You smile as she takes the incentive to grab your hand, and she leads you over the pile of unconscious Alphas towards the train's exit. Once the two of you make it to street level your sense of peace returns and Natasha is able to relax once more and put her focus back on you and your lunch date. At least that's what she hopes this is, though she won’t risk asking.

“I was thinking about getting fettuccine alfredo at first, but now I'm thinking about shrimp penne.” she tells you with a smile, “What about you?”

“Mmm, I’m thinking baked ziti. Oh! Or maybe a creamy chicken carbonara”

“Good choices” she says, opening the restaurants door for you

The two of you get a table near one of the main windows, giving you a nice view of the bustling city life. Cars, cabs, bikes, buses and people pass by in blur as they all go about their day and you're content to watch them do so from your cozy seat inside the quaint restaurant.

“Sometimes I forget that there's a certain beauty to city life” you hear the Alpha across from you admit, “You can’t really notice it when you're caught up in it, or world saving missions but when I take a step back, I can easily see it”

Your gaze shifts from the window and over to her, and you're almost taken aback when you find her already looking at you, her eyes shining with emotions you cannot seem to place. She offers you a shy smile and you don’t hesitate to smile in return, letting your hand brush against hers on the table. Her pinkie twitches, but she doesn’t move away.

“Thanks for deciding to take a step back with me today, Natty”

When the waitress shows up neither of you accept the menu she offers, instead you both go for one of your earlier options. Nat decided to go with the fettuccine and you choose the carbonara. It doesn’t take long for your meals to be brought out to you and neither of you wait to dig in.

“How's yours?” she asks after swallowing a mouthful of her own pasta

You nod, “Very good. What about yours?”

“Delicious. I’ll definitely be ordering it again.” she says as she gathers some up on her fork. Before she can bring it to her mouth though your hand grasps her wrist, and you bring her hand, and fork over to your own mouth. She watches with pink cheeks as you take it into your mouth.

“Mmm, you're right. That's very good. I’ll have to order it next time.”

“I uh, I- yeah. Yeah.” she stutters, finally bringing her arm back over to her plate

Enjoying her flustered state you can’t resist the urge to release some of your pheromones, further antagonizing her. It’s not that you want to upset her, no, you just want her to act on her natural Alpha urges. And she desperately wants to, but it's not like the Red Room taught courses on the subject of courting and mating, quite the opposite really. They did their best to strip those instincts from her, leaving her perplexed on what to do in situations like these.

You watch as she inhales your strawberry and plum scent, making her eyes dilate and you focus on her tongue as it pokes out to wet her lips. You give her a not so innocent smile and her grip tightens on her fork as she tries to rid herself of the not so appropriate thoughts running through her mind. And as if she was unaware of the affects you have on her, her cock twitches, further proving how much she wants you.

She averts her gaze from you and squirms slightly, really hoping that no one in the restaurant, especially you, notices her particular dilemma. But she decides to play it safe and excuses herself to the bathroom before it can get any worse.

She swallows thickly and leans against the sinks countertop, taking a deep breath before looking at her reflection. She internally curses at how lust crazed she looks, but the curses don’t stay internal once she sees the tent in her pants.

“Damnit, get it together” she chastises herself, moving her shaking hands over to the sink. She turns the water on and collects a bit in her hands, bringing it up to splash her face. To move her focus away from the throbbing in her pants she does some deep breathing, and she's relieved to find that seems to be doing the trick.

After about five minutes she returns to the table and she really hopes it wasn’t obvious why she had left. It was though, to you at least because you knew exactly what you were doing. Still, you don’t tease her about it.

“Do you want to get dessert before we leave? We can split it if you want.”

She sits back down across from you and smiles, “Yeah, I’d like that”

It's been almost a week since lunch with Nat, the two of you have unfortunately been kept at a distance with all the missions and paperwork that have been assigned. Sure you'd seen each other and been able to say a handful of words but it was much different than the way you'd both normally be able to do things together like watching movies, working out or just talking over coffee. But at least the two of you had still been able to text. That's how you knew she was free this afternoon after training the SHIELD recruits again, and thankfully you were free too.

“Where are you off to?” Tony asks, watching you walk through the compound with a pep in your step

“Gonna surprise Natty over at SHIELD. I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

He does his best to hide his knowing smirk with his cup of coffee, “Well have fun watching her beat them up”

“I will!” you reply, making your way to the elevator

Once you make it over to SHIELD headquarters you're a bit surprised to find Yelena in the training room, watching her sister work.

“Hey Lena”

“Oh, hey Y/n” She greets with a smile, “What are you doing over here?”

“Well, Natty and I haven’t seen each other in a few days so I was hoping to do something today, but if you have plans with her…” you draw out, trying not to let your disappointment show

“No, no plans” she tells you, “Fury just wants me to start training recruits as well so today I was made to watch her teaching technique. It's very….”

“Rough?” you offer, as resounding thud of a recruit hitting the mat rings out

The blonde smiles, “I was going to say hands on, but yes. Rough fits”

The young and cocky Alpha from the other day currently leans up against the back wall. He's angered by the fact that he, and none of his other fellow recruits have managed to even make Nat break a sweat, let alone get the upper hand on her. But when he sees you enter the gym, he decides on a different approach to get under the Alphas skin.

Just as she's about to dismiss everyone off to the locker rooms she spots him approaching her, and she huffs in annoyance as she knows something is coming

“Wow” he breathes out, looking past her, “Y/n is absolutely gorgeous, isn’t she Romanoff?”

Her jaw clenches at his tone, but she does in fact follow his gaze over to you. A warmth bubbles in her chest when she sees you, she's missed you these past few days. Unfortunately she's not able to appreciate you long as McKinnon still has more to say.

“And to think she's still unmated. Means I still have a chance, I am afterall a worthy and untainted Alpha, unlike you. How red is your ledger exactly?”

She's taken aback by his statement, not only because he's never once said anything about you indicating his attraction but also because no one has ever been so forward with her, essentially challenging her in her affections for you. But what really sets her off isn’t his dig at her past, it's how his gaze glues itself to your ass

Yelenas eyes suddenly meet hers and she realizes that she doesnt think like he does, meaning she really could be the Alpha for you, even if she doesn’t have a clue on what she's doing. She sees you, all of you, and she enjoys it all. That has to make her worthy, right?

“Listen here McKinnon” she growls, pointing a finger deep into his chest muscles, “If you put even half as much effort into your training as you did making me mad, you’d already be a level four agent.”

His eyes widen slightly as she takes a very protective tone and he instinctively takes a step back from her. It does no good, as she simply steps forward, smirking at the way his knees nearly buckle as her angry scent surrounds him

“A word for the wise, agent. It's not very smart to piss off someone that has both the clearence and the skill to make you disappear without a trace” she growls, roughly shoving him before turning on her heels

She starts making her way over to you and her sister then, hopeful that her confidence from putting him in his place won’t fade as you're sure to make her stumble. Yelena had seen everything as she kept you busy with conversation and she gives the older Russian a knowing smirk as she approaches. .

You notice her before she's even beside you, her scent is strong today. Much stronger than usual. It makes your knees wobble and your hands sweat. And the way her muscles all flex when she greets her sister with a side hug has your mouth going very dry. Both of which are things you're not accustomed to dealing with when it comes to the Alpha.

“Hey Y/n” she greets, her normally shy smile replaced with a natural one that has butterflies erupting in your stomach as your heart races

“Hi Natty” You greet in return, wrapping your arms around her for your usual hug

There's the smallest amount of irritation and discomfort lingering in her scent, something you can really only notice when you're this close to her. Subconsciously your instincts take over and you end up scenting her to help ease her. Though you don’t notice you’d done this, she does, and it thrills her. In response to this her grip on your hips tightens, almost possessively so as her eyes bore into McKinnon's who is off sulking behind you. And the longer you stay in her embrace, the hazier your mind becomes.

Eventually you both break apart and Nat is sure to puff her chest out to McKinnon to further deflate his ego. Watching her show off to the younger Alpha while her scent swirls around you has arousal pooling in your belly as your mind wanders to all the things you’d want Natasha to do to you, and with wide eyes you finally realize what's going on. Your heat has been triggered.

It had already been closely approaching, but you thought you could handle yourself around Natasha, like you had in the past. Apparently your exhaustion from the past few days was enough to lower you to the edge, and with your need for the Alpha her scent had been enough to throw you over head first. And you absolutely cannot be out in the open for this

“Well, it was nice you Yelena…Natty, I’ll uh, I’ll text you!” you rush out before quickly fleeing

Nats' confused reply dies on her tongue as your scent hits her and Yelena like a truck. Her brows furrow when she picks up on how different it is. It lingers in the air longer than it normally would and it's sweeter too. Did that have something to do with why you’d taken off like that? It had to, because why would you come all the way to SHIELD only to leave without even having a conversation with her…were you hurt? Sick maybe? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to find out.

“Somethings up with Y/n. I need to make sure she's ok.” the Alpha stresses, not wanting to just abandon her sister but needing her to understand

“Go. Check on your Omega” she tells the older woman

“She's not mine” Nat hisses, her cheeks once again turning pink as she turns to practically bolt off to the locker room

A knowing smirk spreads across the blondes face and she mutters a quiet, “Not yet anyway”

The redhead quickly gathers her belongings and heads for the garage, hardly even noticing how she manages to shoulder check McKinnon on the way out. She hops on her motorcycle, revs the engine and speeds back to the compound. By the time she gets there she's too worried to wait for the elevator, and opts to take the stairs instead. She takes them two at a time, hardly even huffing as she exerts herself.

Finally she makes it to the main floor for the Avengers, and she tries her best to not just burst through the stairwell door. She takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart and her nerves before opening the door and walking in. She makes her way through the entryway and living areas without bumping into anyone, but unfortunately that comes to an end once she reaches the kitchen.

“Hey Romanoff” Steve calls out, beckoning her to come closer for a conversation. Her muscles tense in irritation at his poorly timed request but since he is head Alpha, she relents.

As he begins to drone on about whatever it was Fury said she finds her mind checking out of the conversation. She can feel her frustration bubbling under her skin, he's keeping her from you. It's not intentional, she knows that. But she also knows that something is going on with you, and she doesn’t like not knowing if you're alright.

In your room you squirm in your nest, a futile attempt to get comfortable as a layer of sweat starts to cover your body and you let out a pitiful whine when your core throbs painfully. Trying to comfort yourself you bring your shirt up and inhale deeply, letting the lingering scent of the sweaty Alpha you hugged earlier seep into you.

Unfortunately this does the opposite to help you. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs as your entire being aches for the redheaded Russian and despite knowing she very well may be oblivious to your current plight, you can’t stop yourself from reaching out.

The Alphas phone dings suddenly and she manages to check it while Steve continues to ramble. What she sees, makes her heart race and her worry grow

I need you. Please

“Steve” she stresses, “I’ve gotta go”

“Now wait just a minute” he tells her, grabbing her arm as she attempts to turn away

She immediately turns to him, letting a growl slip past her lips. Surprised, the older Alpha lets her go and backs down against this challenge. He knows she wouldn’t brush him off without a reason if it wasn’t something important. She nods in thanks before running off down the hall that leads to everyone's quarters. When she arrives at your door she's too anxious to knock, instead she rushes in, only realizing that may have been a bad idea once the door shuts behind her and she finds herself within arms reach of your nest.

“Oh fuck” she exclaims, her mind already going hazy as your scent envelopes her, and her cock eagerly twitches, “You…you're in heat”

You whimper, confirming this as you lock eyes with her, “Natty, need you so badly”

Her mind races, at your declaration. She wants to believe you mean this so she can care for you and claim you as her own. But between how naturally needy heat can make an Omega and with how her Red Room training affects her Alpha instincts so much, she has her worries.

“I- you…you don’t know what you're saying right now” she stutters as she subconsciously takes a few steps closer to you

“Baby, no, please. I want you so bad.” you whine, grabbing her hand, “I've always wanted you. Please Alpha, let me show you"

The way you're looking at her has all hesitation fleeing her, unfortunately the nervousness didn't follow, "I uh…o-okay"

"Yeah?" You question, pulling her closer to you as you sit up

She nods, "Go ahead Omega. Show me"

Your heart hammers at hearing her say it and you practically launch yourself into her arms to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her arms wrap tightly around you, holding you protectively as you take her breath away. Unsure if it's the intensity of your scent or the lack of air that's causing her dizziness she breaks away.

“That was…wow” she stutters, a large dopey grin spreading across her face

You return the grin before nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her strong scent. Her hands gently rub your back and a soft purr escapes you as you bask in her presence. You've longed to have her this close and judging by the way her hold on you tightens, she's longed for it too.

Eventually you back out of her grasp, but still hold onto her hand and you begin to lead her over to your bed. She follows, her hand in yours as you lead her to the bed, and you gently press your lips against hers once more.

"This all because of me baby?" You hum, your hand softly cupping her bulge

"Yes" she whimpers, pushing her hips further into you, "Your scent drives me crazy…"

"Yours drives me crazy too" you admit, placing a gentle kiss against her scent gland as your hands begin to pull at the bottom of her shirt

She eagerly lifts her arms for you, allowing you to practically rip it off her before tossing it to the floor, her bra quickly joining it. Gently you press your hands against her shoulders to get her to sit. She does so, shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable as her hard cock strains against its confines.

Your hands travel to her waistband then and she lifts her hips allowing you to pull her pants and boxers down and she lets out a sigh of relief as her clothes pool around her ankles.

Your mouth waters as you watch her cock rise to almost meet her toned abs, and you give her a smirk before letting one of your hands begin to slowly jerk her off. She groans, letting her head fall back slightly as you pleasure her and you watch a drop of her precum drip onto your thumb. It takes everything in her not to whine as she feels you let go, but her pupils blow wide as she watches you lick your thumb, tasting her essence.

“You taste better than I imagined” you purr, watching the way she blushes

“You- you imagined tasting me?” she asks, her hopeful tone sending a warmth through you

You smile at her, “Of course I did, I imagined everything with you Natty. I told you, I’ve always wanted you”

You kneel before her and lick your lips before taking her tip in your mouth, causing her hips to buck slightly. She gives you an apologetic look but you don't really mind as it allowed even more of her cock to enter your mouth and you quickly make her expression turn to bliss as you begin to bob your head up and down, taking what you could of her down your throat.

She brings one of her hands to your head, tangling her fingers in your hair in an effort guide you, “Come on detka(baby), open wider for me….oh fuck, just like that”

She guides the rest of her cock into your mouth with ease, letting herself enjoy its warmth as her eyes begin to roll back. Not used to something so big you gag a bit and the Alphas eyes immediately shoot open as she stares down at you with concern. It warms your heart to see her be so attentive to even the slightest of changes with you, but to ease her worries you let your hands rest on her bare thighs as you continue your actions.

After a few more minutes you can feel the way her muscles tighten beneath your grip as well as hear the way her breathing picks up. Intent on pleasing your soon to be Alpha you double down on your efforts and are rewarded with a guttural moan from her as her fingers tighten in your hair

“Y/n, I’m gonna….gonna cum” You hum around her cock in an effort to tell her it was ok, and she gets the idea, spilling her seed down your throat

After swallowing every drop you release her still hard cock with a ‘pop’ and happily smile at her as you stand. Without any warning she grabs you by the hips and pulls you into a kiss. It’s full of her passion for you, and you have no objections as she begins to remove your bra. It lands on the floor somewhere, and your underwear do too.

Your hands find purchase on her shoulders before you swing your leg over hers as you straddle her lap. She can feel the heat of your core above her and her cock throbs as a bit of your slick drips down on her. You look her in the eyes as you slowly lower yourself, your hips softly swaying as you do, and her hands grip your waist tightly as you let out a moan.

“You're so big” you whimper, taking a moment to adjust to her size

She nuzzles against your neck to distract herself from the urge to wildly begin trusting up into you and begins to kiss and suck your soft skin. You take that as your queue to continue sinking down on her lap and you both let out a moan as your hips meet hers, letting her be fully buried inside you

“Fuck, Y/n” she moans as you begin to bounce on her lap, “You're so warm around my cock detka(baby)”

She begins to kiss and suck the soft skin around your neck, trailing her mouth down to your supple breasts until she can take one of your nipples into your mouth. You arch yourself further into her, wrapping your arms around her neck and burying your hands in her red locks and another moan slips past your lips as she hits that perfect spot inside you

“Alpha!”

Hearing her title fall from your lips while she's sheathed inside you does something to the Russian. It's like it unlocks all her hidden and buried instincts and brings them to the surface, and now there's no holding her back from her desires

Suddenly and without warning you're on your back on the mattress with Natasha hovering above you, her hips moving almost frantically as she pounds into your soaked cunt. Your nails dig into her shoulder blades and your legs wrap around her hips as you try to keep her as close as possible and the sounds you're making spur her on even more

“Ooh, Natty!” you cry out, clutching at her as you quickly feel your orgasm approaching

“You sound so pretty for me detka(baby)” she grunts, bringing her forehead to rest against yours, “On;y for me, right?”

“Yes!” you answer, nodding as best you can, “Only want you Natty”

She croons at your answer and nuzzles against your neck once more. You nuzzle against her as well, letting her scent overwhelm you and your mouth waters as you eye her scent gland. Without even thinking you give into the urge, sinking your teeth into her skin

She moans as she feels you mark her, and her knot begins to form. You feel it too and just as it slips inside you, you strike. She moans as your teeth bite into her scent gland, her cum filling you as she locks into place and she's brought back to her senses by your gentle purr

“All mine Alpha. Just as you should be”

She hums in agreement before eyeing your scent gland and she takes the opportunity to sink her teeth into you then, causing you moan as you feel her teeth break through your skin.

When she pulls away she lovingly cups your face, her eyes glistening as she looks at you, “My beautiful Omega”

You watch as a few tears spill down her cheeks, her other emotions finally catching up with her. A loving Omega that wants her, despite her abnormal Alpha behaviors and harsh past is something she never thought she’d be able to have. She never even hoped for it really, not until she met you. So now, having you claim her as your own is a dream come true

You bring your hands to cup her face, letting your thumbs brush away her tears, “I love you Natty”

“I love you too, Y/n” she admits, smiling at you, “So much. I just never knew what to say, or what to do”

You smile back at her, “I know baby, and that's ok. We have each other now and that's all that matters.”

She nods and lets her forehead rest against yours once more, “I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I take care of you properly, my Omega. I promise”

“You already do Alpha. You have nothing to worry about.”

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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby//Part 3

(part 1)(part 2)

gigolo!Eddie x fem!Reader

18+Only, mature content, intimacy smut, fingering, sweet!Eddie, gigolo!Steve, semi-public fingering, toxic mother, tooth-rotting sweetness, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, cum shot, alcohol consumption, self-deprecation, struggles with body image, reader wears a formal dress and heels, pet names, tiny drop of angst. Eddie is around 30 and reader is 29. wc: 5.8k

Summary: the gigolo who was paid to take your virginity now has his sights set on your heart, and you're ready to give it. A chapter of shenanigans, flirting, 90's wedding music (Eddie's got a crush and he's got it bad), ripped nylons, and coming into our own. Guest appearance by gigolo!Steve.

pls no minors beyond this point

You already hated everything about the flouncy, taffeta dress your mother picked out for you to wear, but you were emotionally too exhausted to fight her anymore. Especially for an event you were already dreading. Your shoulders bunched up at your ears at the thought of everyone there asking you what you were doing with your life, and when you planned to get married. You wondered if Eddie could hold his own with all of the self-proclaimed “well-meaning” hyenas in your family.

You stood in the full length mirror upstairs in your childhood bedroom, wondering if Eddie would like the way you looked. You closed your eyes to silently berate yourself for how you had behaved the night before. The way you’d just bolted out of his place like he had done something wrong. You actually waited all day for the phone to ring, so sure it would be him, letting you know he had to cancel—but the call never came. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show up to the venue, but if he did, you promised yourself that you would let yourself enjoy his company and not let your insecurities get the better of you for once in your life.

“Shit,” you cursed aloud, hoping no one mingling in the hall heard you, remembering you forgot to tell Eddie that he needed to be a mechanic when he met your mother. A mechanic who owns his own shop nonetheless. God, why did you do this to yourself.

Downstairs, you could hear the voices of your mom, your aunt, and your sister as they waited to make their way over to the winery where the wedding and reception would be taking place. Your mom gasped when she saw you, but it wasn’t a good gasp; it was a horrified one. She had you turn in a circle in front of everyone, announcing that she wished it covered your shoulders and asked why you looked so bloated—she told you to lay off the dairy for a week. Your sister said you looked pretty, but it fell on damaged ears.

“When is your date getting here?” your mother asked as you were all gathering your things to leave.

“He’s meeting me at the venue,” you mumbled, grabbing your bag.

Everyone looked at you as if you’d just said you were moving to Mars. Your aunt was the one who spoke up, eyeballing your mother. “Why isn’t he picking you up?”

You stammered. “He, um, well, he had to work and I wasn’t sure when we—”

Your sister, dressed in a tiny Kate Moss number, threw open the front door to take a step and stopped in her tracks. “Hey, who the hell is that?”

You pushed past your mom to squeeze into the doorway next to her, confused, thinking maybe it was someone pulling up to the wrong house.

Leaning back against the passenger side of a classic Pontiac Firebird with a pair of aviator sunglasses on looking fine as hell in his all black suit and shirt, with his hands in his pockets, was Eddie.

—---

“I’m not asking for your advice, Steve, I’m just telling you how it is,” Eddie stirred the cream and sugar into his coffee and then sucked the spoon before setting it on the nearby napkin. “I like her.”

Steve Harrington shifted in the red vinyl booth they were in at Maude’s Diner, and held up the large, laminated menu to look at the breakfast specials, a toothpick rolling between his lips, his wayfarer sunglasses on his head.

“She’s different,” Eddie continued. “I can tell she doesn’t realize how attractive she is. I just want to hold her, I can’t explain it.”

Steve’s face was hidden behind the menu, tongue moving the toothpick, concentrating as he spoke. “I understand, man.”

“Wait,” Eddie hovered his brown coffee cup half way to his mouth. “You do? I figured you’d tell me I was losing my shit.”

“Well, you are,” Steve put the menu flat on the table with an air whoosh that flew the ends of Eddie’s hair back over his denim battle vest. “I mean, when the pussy is good, it can fuck any guy up. Hell, I’ve been there. Remember that chick who paid me to go with her for a week to the Florida Keys a few months ago? Damn, I thought she was the one, you know?”

Eddie finally took that sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he sat the cup back down, making a tent with his hand to twirl it in thoughtful circles on the Formica table.

Steve continued. “I still think about her. But she has a serious boyfriend now and all that,” he took his toothpick out and pointed at him with it. “No girl wants to commit to guys in our profession.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie was biting the side of his fingernail off as he spoke, concentrating. “But I don’t plan to do this forever. As soon as I get Wayne out of the hole with his medical bills—”

“Aren’t you two handsome boys a sight for sore eyes?” It was Donna, their favorite waitress. Her graying, dishwater blonde hair up in a bun and the red and white Maude’s apron tied in a bow at her back. She hovered her pen over the order pad. “What’ll it be? Lou is in the kitchen, he makes a mean steak and eggs.”

The boys gave her their orders, sprinkled with plenty of that sweet, gigolo charm, and Donna walked away with a spring in each step of her orthopedic shoes.

“Yeah but,” Steve continued after a sip of his orange juice and a smack of his lips. “Why would you want to give this gig up so soon? Plenty of bitches in the sea, man.”

Eddie squinted across the table at him, fingers drumming the table. He didn’t sound like Steve anymore, he sounded more like Billy, another one of their friends who dabbled in the trade.

“You know, you never used to be like this,” Eddie told him, sitting back flush against the squeaky vinyl. There was an ashtray over by the salt n’ pepper shakers and he pulled it closer, tossing his pack of cigs next to it.

“Like what?” Steve blanched. “A guy who likes money and pussy?”

“No,” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, slotting his hands in his armpits. “A guy who is so afraid of connection that he does everything he can to avoid it.”

Steve looked over his shoulder, as if to check to see if the food was coming, to avoid Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah, well, people change.”

The steaming hot plates of food came a couple minutes later, and the boys dug in for a few thoughtful bites in silence, forks and knives slicing and shoveling. A different waitress refilled Eddie’s coffee and he said, “thank you darlin’” as if he were a country western star.

Steve wiped his mouth with his napkin while Earth Angel by The Penguins played softly from the jukebox, a gray haze settling in the atmosphere from all of the other patrons who were smoking cigarettes around them. Outside on the street, a group of bikers on chrome beasts roared by.

“You’re lucky I was busy, or maybe Robin would have referred your girl to me that night,” Steve said around a mouthful of food.

For some reason, that comment set Eddie’s teeth on edge. “Oh I think Robin knew exactly what she was doing when she referred her to me and not you. But keep dreaming, playboy.”

There was a tension in the air as Eddie lit a smoke, and Steve had time to regret his snide remark. “So, are you going to tell her how you feel when you see her tonight, or what?”

Eddie set the cig in the ashtray to smolder while he took another bite of food, chewing as he considered the question. “I invited her to the house last night, asked her to stay, but she ran off so fast, I’m worried I scared her,” he took another drag and then tapped the ash, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. “But the sex dude, it’s just…mind blowing. I haven’t had this kind of chemistry with someone in years, and I convinced myself she felt it too.”

“You gotta give the girl a break, man,” Steve offered, scratching his chest through his white tee and then combing his fingers through his hair a few times. “She doesn’t know you’re for real, she probably thinks it’s all part of the act. I bet she thinks you’re gonna send her a bill for the whole weekend or something.” Steve chuckled to himself but Eddie wasn’t laughing.

“I told her I never go down on clients, I told her it was special, but I don’t know, she didn’t seem to believe me.”

“Gigolos are notoriously good liars, man. We have to be,” Steve perched his forearms on the table. “I mean, I’ve lost count of how many clients I’ve said ‘I love you’ too just because I knew that’s what they needed to hear.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You tell clients you love them?”

“Well,” Steve fussed. “Sometimes I mean it, in the moment, you know?” His eyes went to the table as he wiped his hands off with the napkin. “Sometimes I need it as much as they do.”

Eddie considered Steve’s words as Donna came to remove their plates. “You should tell her,” Steve encouraged sincerely. “Tell her that you like her and want to take her on a real date, and that you don’t want her to pay you for the wedding thing. If she likes you too, hopefully she can wrap her head around the fact that your dick is in a different babe a couple times a month.”

Eddie had already been thinking about this, and so he worked his jaw with a solemn face. “What if she’s not interested in me in that way and I make her uncomfortable? It’s not very professional, and pretty creepy if you ask me.”

“It’s the risks we don’t take, man,” Steve shrugged. He moved his hands as he talked. “Feel it out, don’t just bombard her with it. See how the night goes. When the time is right, you’ll know. Otherwise, you’ll get paid a decent amount for a solid gig, and you had some great sex, so it wasn’t a total loss.”

All the same, Steve’s words were only partially comforting because there was only one way Eddie wanted the evening to go.

—-----

Eddie smiled when he saw you, taking his sunglasses off as he pushed off the Firebird. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned a bit to show the guitar pick necklace he wore, and the suit was perfectly tailored to him, complete with a thin leather belt and silver buckle. You mirrored his cheesy grin, filled with a rush of relief and excitement that no words could express.

“Wait,” your sister balked, eyes darting from you to him. “Is that him? Is that your date?” As good of a person as your sister tried to be, she could not conceal her disbelief that someone like you could snag someone like Eddie.

You waved at him, bolting from the porch and down the steps, ignoring your mother’s voice as best you could as she called out to you. “Where are you going? I thought you were coming with us? Tell him to come up so we can meet him.”

But, you only shouted over your shoulder. “See you over there, mom!”

You trotted up to Eddie at the end of the sidewalk in your heels, almost tipping over, and he took your hand, his eyes sparkling as they darted over you. “Wow, you look —”

“Please,” you whispered urgently, squeezing his thumb. “Get me out of here as fast as you can, and we can talk on the way.”

“As you wish,” Eddie held the door open for you to slide in, scooping the frilly parts of your dress with you. The women were all on the porch staring, mouths agape, and he gave them an open palm. “Ladies. Looking very lovely today,” just as he slammed the metal door and jogged around to the driver’s side.

Eddie snapped his seatbelt across his lap. “You look so damn good, almost got me hard right in front of your family.”

You shrank down in your seat so they couldn’t see you through the window and giggled at his shrill tone. “Serves you right for showing up here when I said to meet me at the venue.”

Eddie revved the engine and pulled from the curb with speedy finesse, adjusting the lapel of his suit jacket. “Went in to visit Robin at the coffee shop earlier today,” he started. “Your friend Nellie was working and she mentioned you might need rescuing from your mother, so I took a shot.”

“What can I say,” you cleared your throat, eyes on the road. “You’re good at your job.”

You noticed he still wore his chunky silver rings with his suit and you appreciated the way he always stayed true to his style. It was hard for you to give compliments, only because you rarely received them, but you did your best. “You look really handsome. I’m happy to see you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie’s head turn to look at you, his voice low. “It makes me happy to hear that.”

You chatted about horror movies for a bit, because you were quite the aficionado, and then when the Firebird came to stop at a traffic light, Eddie stretched across, planting his elbow on the console to present his lips to you, making a smooch noise. “Kiss?”

He almost didn’t have to ask because your mouth was already on its way, eyelashes fluttering at the plump, warm welcome of their destination. The light turned green but Eddie was still hovering close, gaze flicking to different areas of your face.

“What?” You asked, slightly paranoid. “Is there something on my—?” You wiped your cheek and your mouth as if you expected to find a lipstick smudge or crumbs.

“You’re perfect,” he soothed. “I just like looking at you, that’s all.”

But then the person behind you honked, and Eddie hit the gas, but also threw a dirty look in the rearview to whoever it was who dared to interrupt such a moment.

You rubbed your lips together, relishing the taste of him, a wild fluttering in your heart.

—-------

“So, I’m a mechanic, and I run my own garage,” Eddie came around to your side to open your door in the winery parking lot, running down the list of things he needed to remember. “It’s actually not a far cry,” he assured you. “I’ve been working on cars since I was a kid.”

You kissed him again when you took his arm, pinning your clutch under your other arm. “I’d like to apologize in advance for my family,” you said glumly. “They’ll probably ask you a bunch of personal questions, and you have my permission to tell them it’s none of their business.”

“Nah,” Eddie nudged you. “I want them to like me.”

You could see the stucco building ahead with a big white gazebo set up in front of lines of white chairs in the garden next to a pond that glimmered in the early evening sun.

Eddie took the lead in more ways than one, and you were so grateful. You’d never felt so protected and sure of yourself in your entire life. He had this way of talking to people like he’d known them for ages, disarming them and charming them in a way that was unfamiliar to you. The usher sat Eddie on the aisle of the row you were in while your mother was next to you, and that was when you made the formal introductions.

Your mom thrust her arm across you to shake his hand. “It’s so rude of my daughter to not tell us more about you. How old are you? How much money does a mechanic make? How long have you two known each other?”

Your eyes glazed over as you wished to god the ceremony would just start already so she could stop talking, but Eddie handled it with such grace and ease. He even offered to switch seats with you so that he could talk to your mother more, mostly just to give you a break from her, and as you stood up to let him scoot into the middle, pulling him in for another kiss to let him know how much you appreciated it.

The wedding itself was lovely, your cousin cried and looked very much in love. Eddie squeezed your hand when he heard you sniffle, passing you a blue and white handkerchief from his back pocket. You had this passing thought that he didn’t have a single flaw, but then you remembered what he did for a living, and the realization that he wasn’t perfect comforted you.

You started drinking as soon as time would allow, clinking your wine glass against Eddie’s beer, taking a few generous swallows on the way to the dining room. Your mother sat across the round table from the two of you, so Eddie finally had a break from her, but now he had one of your aunts to deal with. She was already tipsy, though, so she just kept telling him that he would’ve been her type back when she was his age. Eddie pretended to be flattered, at least you thought he was pretending? The wedding colors were pink and lime green, and you moved the floral centerpiece a few inches to the right so your mother couldn’t stare at you.

By the time the main course was being served, you and Eddie could not keep your hands off of each other. He’d had his hand on your knee under the table the whole time, but as he got bolder, his fingers dipped in under your dress, dragging along your inner thigh, until his knuckle was moving at your slit. Your breath hitched and you squirmed, making him pull his hand away, but you caught his wrist to let him know not to stop.

Your nylons and underwear were creating a barrier that you desperately wanted to be rid of to give him full access. You spread your knees open as far as you could without touching your neighbor, inviting him deeper. Your panties were soaked by the time he pulled away to use both hands to cut his steak, and then he choked on his bite when your hand slipped under the curtain of the chartreuse tablecloth to palm his cock through his pants. He was hard, and it made your hole clench around nothing where you sat, staring across the room at where the bride and groom sat with their party, offering a tight, distant smile.

Normally, being so bold was not your style. But he was, indeed, yours for the night, wasn’t he? He’d signed off on this, and he’d been so damn good to you all night, your body ached for him. After the lights dimmed and the DJ called the bride and groom to the floor for the first dance, you stood up and took him by the elbow, urging him to join you for a slow dance to You Were Meant For Me by Jewel. His cloth napkin fell from his lap to the ground when he stood, and like a gentleman, he had to bend over to pick it up first and set it on his chair, excusing himself to the others.

“I was planning on saving my dancing energy for Slayer,” Eddie said, trapping you in his arms, flush to his chest, feet carrying you in a slow circle. Your cheek was at his shoulder, your nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his shampoo.

“We can start the mosh pit,” you assured, to which he tightened his arm around you. You planted a kiss on his throat above his collar and Eddie closed his eyes, remembering Steve’s advice and feeling like the opportunity was approaching.

Halfway through the song, there was a tap at your shoulder and Eddie stiffened.

“I thought that was you, Eddie,” a female voice cooed. “Fancy meeting you here.”

You turned to see a beautiful blonde woman with striking green eyes, pin straight hair down past her shoulders, and a serious rack pushed up in her slim, turquoise dress giving Eddie the hungriest eyes you’d ever seen. She was older, 40’s maybe, and your attention flicked from him to her, taking note of how uncomfortable he suddenly was, locking his palm to your lower back so you wouldn’t go anywhere.

With deep reluctance, Eddie introduced the two of you, and the woman winked, whispering, “I’m one of his clients, too.”

Your blood ran cold.

You had no idea who this woman was, possibly from the groom’s side of the family, but your mind raced to figure it out, the need to run screaming out of the building itching in your veins. Your worst fear had come true: someone knew your secret and you’d soon be outed as paying a gigolo to be your date.

“Wait,” Eddie snatched you close as you tried to walk away. He took your hand, nodding his head in your direction. “This is my, um, girlfriend.”

“Oh?” The woman was painfully shocked and confused. “Does this mean you’re no longer offering your...services? I was going to see if you were available to go to Chicago with me next month.”

Eddie leaned toward her, trying to whisper. “I’ll refer you to Steve or Billy, but later, okay? Not here.”

“Oh of course, of course,” she winked again, almost as if she had a tick. She squeezed your arm as she went by, her eyes on Eddie. “You’re a lucky girl. He’s the best.”

The Jewel song ended, replaced by Unbelievable by EMF and you freed yourself from Eddie’s grasp to bolt out of the main dining room, pushing through groups of people and dodging tables. Eddie was on your heels, jogging up just as you went around the corner, clutching your stomach.

“Hey,” he touched your arm, tilting his head to look in your eyes, his hair falling off his shoulder. “I’m really sorry…about that, and for the girlfriend thing. I just didn’t want her to think that—”

“That I’m paying you to be here with me?” Your words came out a bit louder than you’d meant them to and a couple walking into the party snapped their heads in your direction. “Why not, it’s the truth.”

“Come here,” he took your hand, pulling you behind him, checking around for a place you could talk privately. The restrooms were busy with people in and out, one door was locked, but the door at the other side of the reception area opened into a living room with a fireplace, a master bathroom, and a bunch of makeup, champagne, and clothes everywhere that you assumed belonged to the bride and her friends.

Eddie called out to make sure no one else was in there, and then he locked the door behind him. Your anxiety was through the roof, but you’d learned fairly recently that there was one thing that could cure it.

“Listen I—” Eddie closed in on you, wanting to explain, but you met him with a different type of urgency, clutching the front of his shirt and pulling his mouth to yours.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. “That’s what I want right now.”

“But I want to make sure you—”

“Please, Eddie,” you whined, running your fingers along the outline of his cock. You were possessed, and Eddie didn’t mind it. He was caught off guard, sure, but he was quick to sit down on the couch and pull you with him, spinning you around so that you were in his lap, back flush to his chest, facing the unlit fireplace.

You scrambled to pull the taffeta of your dress up, pooling it up at your waist, and Eddie’s hand slid down to find the heat between your legs. You arched your head back and his lips tickled the shell of your ear. “Are you my eager girl?”

You whimpered, nodding, too impatient to properly take your nylons off, so you tugged at the material, slashing them open at the crease in your thigh with a few rips, exposing the tell-tale wet spot on your underwear, and Eddie’s hand dove right for it. Rolling your body, you turned your head to meet his kiss while the pads of his fingers unraveled you, pushing the material aside to groan at what he found there. You rode your ass up and down on his cock, feeling it grow beneath you.

He hissed a few dirty things in your ear, and you spun around to drop to your knees on the floor between his legs, working frantically at his belt and zipper to free his now throbbing length.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie hissed, but then you yanked his boxers down, and your mouth found the soft underside of his tip, glistening already, and sucked it in, twirling your tongue. His head rolled on the back of the couch as you worked your hand and mouth down a few times, saliva running down your fingers and to his patch of hair at the base. You licked the tip and kissed it, and then wrapped your lips around it again.

Wannabe by Spice Girls could be heard on the other side of the building as all the girls on the dance floor screamed. Eddie’s cock popped out of your mouth when he pulled your head up to kiss you, urging your back flat to the floor, and then you were coaxing him on top, bending your knees up and spreading your legs wide, opening yourself for him.

Was this the moment? Eddie wondered, fingering your underwear to the side, sliding the tip of his length up and down your slit, while you bit your lip and bucked your hips, greedy for it.

“Hey, I need to say something,” he braced one hand by your shoulder, finding your eyes.

“Right now?” You breathed, your hole pulsing, nearly sucking him in.

“It’s important,” and he emphasized it by slapping your pussy with his thick cock, watching the way your face lit up at the impact. “I really like you.”

You swallowed hard, not prepared for such sincerity. “I like you, too,” you managed.

Eddie sat back on his heels, pinning your legs on either side of him, fingers spread out on your thighs, chocolate eyes flicking around your face. “I don’t want you to pay me for tonight. And I want to take you out again, after this. I want you to get to know me because this isn’t who I am.”

Something in his tone suggested that he anticipated a rejection, but you just frowned curiously. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that too.”

“Really?” Eddie balked, thrusting so that his tip tapped your entrance, making your mouth seize open.

“Yes, really,” you scooted your hips toward him. “Please fuck me now?”

Eddie fell forward, bracing his forearm by your head, tips of his hair grazing your cheek while his cock sank in, making you both curse. “Goddamn,” he gasped, tongue parting your lips, his entire body trembling. “To feel you with my skin is everything.”

He worked your clit with his thumb and after all the build up, it wasn't long before you were already on the verge.

“Babybabybaby…fuck,” you cried out, slamming your pelvis up to meet him.

“God I love the way you feel,” Eddie grunted, pausing for a second so he wouldn’t cum too fast, but then you were chanting his name, warm wet walls milking him as the orgasm rolled through you, and he was barely able to pull out in time. He sat back to work the exploding head with a few hand pumps, ropes of hot cum shooting onto the shredded material of your ripped nylons, shivering and moaning as he did so.

That was when the door on the other side of the room, the one you forgot to lock, flew open to the sound of women chattering. You’d heard the voices getting closer, but in the heat of the moment, hadn’t planned on there being a second entrance. You tilted your head back, chin up, to give an upside-down greeting to the horrified faces of the bride, her mother, and a couple of the bridesmaids. The Macarena song blared loud enough to shake the foundation of the building.

With his dick still fisted in one hand, Eddie waved with the other. “Hey, ladies, great party.”

—----

The two of you took off out of the building like a shot after you were discovered. Racing across the pavement on bare feet, your shoes in one hand, and Eddie’s hand in the other, his open belt flapping loose at his hip. His hair flying out behind him, as both of you did a poor job of containing the cries of amusement and squeals of unbridled joy.

Inside Eddie’s Firebird, you were both laughing so hard, there were tears rolling down your cheeks. Eddie had the radio on, and the song The Flame by Cheap Trick was playing.

“Do it again,” you snorted. “Make the face.”

And then, on cue, Eddie’s face contorted into the exact expression your aunt made when she walked in on the fornicating, his fists tight around the steering wheel. Your cousin, and her two bridesmaids had chuckled, averting their gaze. But your elderly aunt? You were sure she would never be the same, and probably tried to bleach her eyes out later.

“Oh god, that was so horrible,” you put your head back against the seat, your hands over your face, and then you slid them down to rest at your clavicle. “But also, the best thing that could’ve ever happened.” You never knew how good it would feel to rebel in that way. Of course, your aunt was probably explaining it all to your mother at that very moment, and the two would speculate on your “mental issues” for the rest of the evening. The beauty of it was, for the first time in your life, you really did not care. There was something about the way Eddie looked at you and treated you that made you feel like you weren’t as damaged as your family made you out to be. With Eddie at your side, you felt invincible; you felt free.

Eddie turned his head to the side to fix his gaze on you and put his hand out, palm up for you to take. Thoughtfully, you matched up your palm with his and intertwined your fingers. “You looked so beautiful tonight. I was really proud to be there with you.” He took a thoughtful pause and then: “So did you mean what you said earlier? Can I take you on a real date?”

Your cheeks exploded with heat, unable to maintain eye contact. “Eddie, I really do like you, but it’s just—-”

You moved your jaw from side to side, stare fixed on the other cars parked in the lot. “---I’m not sure how comfortable I’ll be knowing you’re sleeping with all of these other women.”

Eddie blew out a hard exhale, releasing your hand to fidget with a coin on the console. “Yeah, I was afraid of that. I don’t blame you, I’m not comfortable with it either.” He sat back to plant his hands at his knees. His suit jacket was off, and his black shirt was unbuttoned further down his chest. “I want you to know that I never planned on doing this forever. My uncle—uncle Wayne—his insurance is shit and he’s been paying out the nose for cancer treatments, so this is how I help him with that. The jobs I’m skilled to do out in the real world could never pay this well. Besides, it’s hard for me to be intimate with other people when I…when I have feelings for someone.”

You turned in your seat to look at him and brought your knee up, searching his profile. “What if you end up having feelings for one of your clients? I think that would always worry me.”

He turned in his seat to face you, honey brown eyes dark and earnest. “Listen, I understand your concern baby, but I’ve been doing this for almost 3 years now? I’ve never wanted someone the way I wanted you that first night.”

You let that sink in, your mind tripping over the “almost 3 years” part, trying to calculate how many sexual partners he’s had during that time. You reasoned that the sex worker profession was as old as time, and there were plenty of people out there who slept around a lot but didn’t get paid for it. As a single man, and as handsome as he was, Eddie could've easily had sex with just as many women, and would you hold it against him then?

“I don’t want to scare you off,” his jaw muscles tightened. “But I’ve been looking for a reason to get out of the gigolo trade, and I think I found it.”

“I’m going crazy

I’m losing sleep

I’m in too far

I’m in way too deep

Over you”

“What about this,” he reached out for your hand again. “What if we keep it casual and get to know each other as friends until I get a new job, find another way to make a living,” his gaze was on your held hands, his thumb caressing yours. “Would you wait for me?”

“I don’t know about that,” your words came out on an exhale. Eddie closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable rejection. “I don’t know if I could keep this casual, to be honest. I think I already like you too much.”

“You’ll always be the one

You were the first

You’ll be the last”

His eyes shot open, and a smile hitched up one side of his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t think I could, either.”

You chuckled softly, and then chewed a bit at your bottom lip. “This is very new territory for me, and I think we should take it one day at a time,” you reasoned. “I don’t want my boyfriend to be having sex with other women, but I also don’t want to lose you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Eddie grinned, teasing you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You playfully tried to free your hand from his grasp, but he only snatched you closer, catching your cheek with his other hand. He swept his thumb across your cheekbone and rubbed his nose along yours, barely skimming your lips with his. “What do you say? You wanna be my girl?”

You covered his hand with yours, a happy sob hitching in your throat. “With all my heart.”

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A/N: This adorable story has been very soothing for me to write, and even though the "official" story is finished, I already have some plans for blurbs and maybe a one shot down the road. My ask box is always open if there are certain scenarios you'd like to read more about when it comes to these two sweethearts. I'd also LOVE to do a gigolo!Steve version, but do not have immediate plans for it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to those who cared enough about this story to comment and reblog! it really is a big deal to us, your fic writers ❤️

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Drunk honesty || [John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader]

"All right, everyone, I don't know about you but I'm dead tired," you began as you stood up and tried to find the balance you had lost a glass or two ago. "It's been too fucking long since I last got some proper sleep."

The corners of Kyle's lips curled into a smile as he tried to fight back a laugh. You knew he missed sleeping in a comfortable bed just as badly as you did but he didn't want to leave this early. Well, you didn't want to pretend to be okay with staying out this long. You wanted sleep and wanted it now.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drunk this much," Soap spoke up with a smirk on his face.

Giving him a disapproving look was the most you could do at that moment. "Laswell, Captain, it's been a joy as usual," you began before turning to the others. "Lads, I gotta say we made an awesome team. It was an honor to fight with you on my side. See you all later, goodnight."

You started to walk away but suddenly lost your balance and only didn't fall flat on your face because Ghost reached out to catch you. You flashed a thankful smile at him as you pried his hand off of you.

"I'll go with her to make sure she doesn't get herself killed on the way to the hotel," Soap stated before he downed his scotch and stood up.

"I'm fine."

"I think you're drunk and full of shit."

Kate put a hand on your arm when you got there and said, "I know you don't want to hear it, but he's right. Just let him walk you back to the hotel."

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling. "Fine. Let's go," you told Soap who was standing next to you and put a hand on the small of your back the moment you agreed. You gave him a sharp look but he ignored you because your balance was still missing and he clearly wanted to make sure you reached your bed in one piece.

The two of you walked down the street in silence, although you could tell even in this hazy state of mind that he was dying to talk. He glanced over at you, opened his mouth, but in the end decided not to say anything. It went like this for the next ten minutes or so before he finally changed his mind and broke the silence.

"You're not a big drinker, are you?" he asked with a smile. You couldn't help but return the gesture as you shook your head. "Then why did you drink this much?"

You quickly thought about what to say to this. "I guess I wanted to forget all the shit we've been through," you told him.

Soap moved his hand to your side and pulled you a little closer so he could lean down to place a soft kiss on the crown of your head. It was such a gentle and surprising move that you didn't even know how to react at first. He didn't make a big deal out of it though, he simply moved his hand back to its previous spot and kept walking as if nothing happened.

It was strange. Not that he could be this soft, no. That you could see through the whole tough guy package. What you found so strange was the fact you liked it. There had been something in the air between you during the mission, at least Ghost teased you both with that, but you dismissed the thought as if it was nothing more but a joke.

"If you want to talk about it, you know where to find me," he assured you when you reached the hotel you all stayed in. Gulping, you nodded. "You gonna be okay from here?"

"Do you want to join me in my room?"

He shook his head, even though he had a wide smile on his face. "You're drunk," he said.

"And?"

"And? I don't want you to do something you'd regret later."

Oh, what a gentleman. "Why are you so nice?" you asked him curiously. Sure, you should have known he wouldn't take advantage of the intoxicated state you were in, but it still puzzled you.

Soap laughed then suddenly leaned over to kiss you gently, his hands soon finding their way to your hips so he could pull you a little closer. The sensation clouded your mind and you wished he would just ignore your blood alcohol level for an hour or so.

"I'm not that nice," he informed you when he pulled away for a moment with a cocky smirk. "But I'll behave this time. Go get some sleep, I'll go back to the others." Shaking your head, you put your hands on his chest and kissed him again, but he soon stopped you. "I appreciate the interest, darling, but let's wait and see what you think about this when you're sober."

Nodding, you finally accepted that you wouldn't get more of him that night. So you placed a soft kiss on his cheek and flashed a sweet smile at him. "All right, I get it. Let's talk about this tomorrow."

"Tomorrow it is. Sleep tight, Y/N."

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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I was wondering at what point do you think the Sussex’s reached the point of no return, and when the actually penny dropped for H and M (actually do you think he realises that somethings are literally unforgivable even now.) Obviously we probably know a small fraction of what was happening behind the scenes, and the beloved son making a new life is studiously polite, even if many think KC3 would have his son back in an instant.

So it's a few things for me. I think the Oprah interview and Philip's funeral got the ball rolling; the Platinum Jubilee was the "make or break" moment; and The Queen's funeral was when the penny dropped.

Here's the long version...

First, the Oprah interview and Philip's passing/funeral. Here's a super quick timeline of what happened:

2/16/21: Philip enters hospital to receive treatment for an infection.

2/20/21: Charles is papped leaving Philip's hospital looking upset and very emotional.

2/28/21: First promotions of the Sussexes' interview with Oprah debut in the US.

3/1/21: Philip is transferred to a different hospital to receive treatment for his heart condition. Paparazzi photos of him being transferred via ambulance are published, immediate criticism.

3/3/21: Philip has a heart operation. Palace says it went well.

3/5/21: Philip goes back to the first hospital. Meghan tells people she thinks the palace is making up or using Philip's health to silence them and keep them from releasing the Oprah interview.

3/7/21: Oprah interview broadcasts in the US.

3/8/21: Commonwealth Day Service; Oprah releases new clips cut from the final edit of the broadcast; the interview is broadcast in the UK.

(This is just a small piece of what was happening in those days. There was a ton of other stuff going on too.)

I think Meghan leaking to her friends, who talked to reporters, that they don't think Philip is as ill as the Palace reports was the beginning of the end for them. Okay, so maybe the palace wasn't keeping Harry fully updated on everything that was happening as it happened, but the signs were all there that it was a serious hospitalization.

(And I do believe that that leak about Philip's health is why Harry flew immediately to Charles after the King's cancer diagnosis. Karma served him hard with their public on-the-record denials of how ill Philip and The Queen were so now Harry wanted to do the right thing and go see for himself what was really happen.)

Then there's the whole Oprah interview altogether, which many in the firm - family members and courtiers alike - didn't receive well. Using today's measure of "Piers is what Camilla thinks," then if he was hopping mad over it, then she and the family were hopping mad.

Then Philip died and the way the Sussexes behaved - among them: Harry preempting much of the family with his statement about Philip, Harry's demand to wear his uniform, Harry dicking up the procession, Meghan telling everyone the flowers on Philip's casket were from her, Harry allegedly confronting William and Kate about the Oprah interview, the Sussexes using the family walk for olive branch PR, and (if Harry is to be believed) the Harry-Charles-William peace summit in the Frogmore gardens after the funeral - was the final nail in the coffin about what privileges or support the Sussexes would get from the BRF.

Especially when you consider that on February 19, 2021, the Palace announced that the Sussexes had declined to return and the one-year trial/review was terminated as of March 31st. So on April 9th when Philip passed away and the Sussexes began asserting precedence and privilege, they had no right to any of it. They were non-working royals, bottom of the totem pole.

(Then seven weeks later was the whole Lilibet fiasco and we all know how that went.)

I think the Sussexes' behavior and attitude around Philip's funeral, plus the Lilibet debacle (which we didn't fully learn about until after The Queen passed) directly led to certain decisions for the Platinum Jubilee, which became the "make or break" moment for everyone, not just the Sussexes.

The Sussexes saw the Platinum Jubilee as their chance to relaunch and rebrand as royals because they needed the royal glow to make their soon-to-be-released projects successful and well-received. The firm saw the Platinum Jubilee as a chance to rein the Sussexes in to their new status as "family members" vs "royals."

And, well, we know what happened at the Platinum Jubilee:

The Sussexes were kept away from the Cambridge family.

They weren't allowed in the Trooping carriages and the Trooping balcony.

They weren't invited to the Trooping rooftop party with the rest of the family or to the cousins' lunch afterwards.

They were scheduled to take the "Minor Royals Motorcoach" to the service of thanksgiving.

They were booed on arrival (and departure) at the service of thanksgiving.

They weren't included in the official procession with Charles and the Cambridges.

They were seated on the other side away from the working royals and demoted to the inside of the second or third row "after" Beatrice and Eugenie, instead of being on the aisle.

They were not invited to the post-service of thanksgiving guildhall reception/luncheon and had to do the walk of shame to the car by themselves. (Hence the boos.)

No one went to Lili's birthday party.

Meghan didn't get her "Lili meets Lili" picture with The Queen and Lili.

The Sussexes knew it was game over for them from there. The Platinum Jubilee wasn't the "make it" moment they needed and they didn't get anything they wanted. We know they got nothing they wanted because they threw a hissy fit and left early than planned, suggesting they felt very snubbed.

So I think that was the point of no return as far as the firm was concerned - if the Sussexes could behave themselves at the jubilee and the public was accepting of their presence, then the firm could've worked with them. But the Sussexes didn't behave (Meghan's photo stunt with Peter and Zara's girls, missing their pick-up for the service of thanksgiving, and Meghan's stunt rolling down the car window after a whole fuss about security) and the public made their feelings very, very clear.

I think the Sussexes were probably in denial with how badly the jubilee went, and that's why the interviews Meghan did later that summer were bitter and venomous towards the royal family. I also think the way they were treated at the jubilee weekend also informed some of the things they did and said in the Netflix docuseries as well.

So while the Sussexes were fully aware that they were out after the jubilee (I don't remember now who said it, but there's the famous quote "You never really know if you're in with the royal family, but if you're out, you definitely know") I don't think they understood the impact of what being "out" meant, though. I think they thought they could continue using the BRF for PR as they always did and that The Queen/Charles would always welcome them back with open arms because that's what they always did.

Which is what led to the penny dropping with The Queen's passing and funeral. It's clear that Harry thought he'd be given precedence and priority as The King's Son. which didn't happen. He made demands for it, still didn't happen. He tried to take it by force with the Netflix walkabout, still didn't happen. He caused a PR ruckus to get the public to demand it, it still didn't happen.

I do fully believe Harry was grieving at The Queen's funeral and her committal service. But I believe he was grieving the loss of his royal status a bit more than the loss of his grandmother that day, judging by his body language throughout the day. He knew it was all over then and there, and that bitterness came through in his interviews for Spare, when he demanded that the BRF needed to apologize first and his "they know what they did" comments.

I kind of feel like Harry saw the coronation as a test, where he felt "If I go and they treat me well, it'll all be fine but if I go and they treat me horribly, I'm never coming back again." And, well, the latter happened and he went straight from Westminster Abbey to the airport to go home, which was as big a tantrum as the one they pitched at the jubilee to leave early. And if Charles hadn't announced his cancer diagnosis, or if he didn't have cancer at all, I feel pretty confident saying we wouldn't have seen Harry in London until the May service of thanksgiving for Invictus Games.

#ask #brf #sussexes #in this essay i will

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maximoffslilwitchintraining · 1 year

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Mommy... I mean Wanda

Part 11👀

Series here: 🎃

Word count: 1k ish i didnt look too close tbh

Summary: i barely remember what i wrote, but theres some smut, some cuddles, some sexting... oh and yelena 🫰🏻which always makes a story better

Do yall have any suggestions for future chapters or yk one shots 👀 just send me a request 😚

Cause frankly this series is getting long and completely lacks plot 😎ahahha help😥

To say you and Wanda got punished for your bratty behaviour would not do it justice.

By the time morning rolled around you were a needy mess. With tears rolling down your cheeks and a bruised ass, you lay begging for a release she was dead set on not giving you. Wanda on the other hand was being refused any touch at all. Which in your opinion may just be worse. Natty may be a cuddly teddy bear with the two of you but when she wants you to suffer she shows no mercy.

You lay cuddled up to Wanda as Nat was off making you all some coffee, trying your hardest to follow her orders of “keeping it in your pants” while she’s gone. You assumed it wouldn’t hurt for your hand to sneak under Wanda's t-shirt, simply wanting to feel the warmth of her skin. However, with how frustrated she was at this point when your hand rested on her stomach she let out a moan. A moan you were certain Nat would’ve heard from the kitchen. When she returned she held two steaming cups of coffee and one of tea. She also held a smirk that said she knew but would be letting it slip just this once. If you’d known that you would have gone for Wanda’s boobs instead. For a while, you simply sat there enjoying your hot beverage between your girlfriends, just soaking it all in.

That bliss was only interupted when an alarm went off on your phone.

“UGh just turn it off” you grunted slipping further down and into the sheets. Nat obliged and reached for the phone, being the one closest to it. Once the alarm went quiet she sat still looking at it.

“Baby, why does it say you have class in 30 min?” Nat asked turning back to you.

“It’s fine I can skip this one.”

“Not a chance, come on get dressed.” Wanda grabbed your cup putting it on the nightstand.

“ I really don't want to leaveee” Yes you sounded like a child whining like that, but there was no way you’d leave this bed, to go and listen to some boring lecture.

“Y/N behave. I know it's hard but how about we pick you up after class and go do something fun?”

Nat pulled you out of bed, giggling at how your legs were all wobbly still.

“Aww, poor baby, did daddy leave you all fucked out?” You felt yourself getting needy at those words, you just wished she’d bend you over right there and not stop pounding you til you came all over her strap. But instead, you were left walking on shaky legs and wincing as you pulled your jeans over your very sore butt. Which the two women found very amusing as they watched comfortably from the shared bed.

“Can I at least get a kiss before I leave?” You said with a pout. Nat simply gestured for you to come over. She gave you a soft kiss before Wanda pulled you into her arms. She kisses you deeply, ending with a peck on your cheek, that leaves you wishing for much more.

“Now go be my good girl and study hard yeah?” You nodded gleefully at that. Wandas praise washing away some of your grumpiness.

You rode on that happiness all the way to Yelena's car. Thankfully she was also late.

“So how come you were around here so early?” Yelena usually spent most of her time on campus in your shared flat.

“Mmm, I may have stayed at Kate’s place last night.” She mumbled keeping her eyes on the road.

“Oh my god, Yelena!” A big grin appeared on the blonde's face and that was honestly all you needed.

“So tell me?! How’d it go? Did you… you know?”

“ Y/N!” She blushed. You laughed knowing that was a yes.

“So does this mean we can go on double dates now?” You said as the car came to a stop in the university parking lot.

“And watch you drool over my sister for an hour? No thanks.”

The class dragged on and although you attempted to take notes, you spent most of your time squirming to find a comfortable position to sit in. About an hour in, the class was doing discussions and you saw it as a chance to sneak out for a quick break. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: on a quick bathroom break, I’m assuming you’re still in bed?

Nat:( sent you an image)

You could not have opened it faster. It was a photo of the two, Wanda's shirt long gone and her breasts in full view. Your eyes take in the sight of your mommy's body. Her legs were spread and Nat's hand was inside her shorts. You so badly wanted to remove them. to see every movement of her fingers as they pleasured Wandas pussy.

Nat: are you alone?

Y/N: yes x

Nat: Mommy and Daddy would love to see how wet you get just thinking about what we’re doing

Wanda: Please baby be a good girl and show us

You thought about it for a second before pulling your jeans down and taking a short video of you running your fingers through your folds, showing just how much you needed them.

Wanda: such a good girl. why don't rub your clit for Mommy?

You do as you are told and start touching yourself. just in time for another message to arrive, this time a video. Nat is holding the phone and is showing you a close-up of Wanda as she slowly sinks down on Nat's strap. you could honestly come just at the sight of that.

Nat: Make daddy proud and cum for us baby girl

A couple more brushes over your clit and the sound of Wanda moaning paired with wet noises of her pussy being slammed down on nats cock and you finally came. Shaking with pleasure after the amount of teasing you had endured. Once you are able to breathe normally, you pick up the phone to send them a text.

Y/N: I may have made a mess all over my jeans

Wanda: oh poor baby, did mommy getting fucked make you all stupid? No worries honey we’ll come to get you and how about you let Mommy clean up all that wetness on the way home? I’m dying to have a taste ;)

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alwaysshallow · 7 months

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coffee at midnight, part 5

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

After a time that you've spent on a mission, it's time to relax a little. (3,5k)

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Being on obligatory leave was weird for you.

It's not like you were a workaholic (well, maybe a little) – you appreciated free time if it was given, most of the time, even if it was weird. You were used to battlefield, to keep your eyes open and being on alert, so when you were at home, every little thing distracted you. Knocking to your door, wood cracking, everything had your attention, which was... irritating, but you got used to it after being at home for more than two days.

But you've had at least two months of sitting at your ass in the apartment. You needed something to do, or else you'd get crazy; mostly you kept yourself busy, having a purpose. Certain routine.

Maybe that's why military was so good for you – because you had one thing in mind. Being the best version of yourself, and in that category was a lot of different things. Protecting, killing if you need to, making people feel safe, risking your life multiple times. Adrenaline usually pumped in you like crazy, but it was your jam, no one else's.

As Laswell's daughter (adopted, but that really didn't matter) you were raised like that – to be the best to not give a shit, to believe in your capabilities. She'd remind you multiple times, and every time you replied with small smile and "I know, mom". You wouldn't ever actually forget the talk she gave you when she found out you want to follow her path.

Million questions if you're sure, if you know what you are doing. And you knew. It wasn't only because Kate taught you that way, to help people, to bring good out in this world. It was a fascination about the job, begging her in your teenage years to bring you somewhere; she didn't, her limit was you meeting price. Fifteen and curious, you asked him like crazy about his missions, and he answered your every question with undeniable amusement in his eyes.

Not because you were nosy, but because you were so curious. So, so curious, and it somehow made him happy.

Despite those talks that you're good for everything, it was hard to believe, while you had to prove yourself in front of everyone, work twice as hard and sometimes it wasn't enough too. No matter how beaten up you were, how tired you were.

It wasn't a secret that women in military had a tougher route than men, and you liked to be delusional about it until you weren't actually here. The amount of sexism you experienced, inappriopate comments about where your place is, you couldn't keep up with counting.

Kitchen was their answer, of course. You ignored them most of the time, in military no one would survive without thick skin, but... sometimes it got to you.

Especially when tasks were based on teamwork.

You hated moments where they acted like nothing's wrong in front of your supervisor – the minute she or he was gone, situation changed dramatically and you apparently weren't a comrade, but "just a woman". Climbing somewhere with them a bit lower than you occured in comments about your ass, shooting exercises with trying to get a rise out of you when they tried to correct you.

It was nice experience though, shooting lessons, when you hit ten point mark, and they just watched with a bit open lips. The satisfaction was insane, considering that they almost got them all too.

Almost, a key word.

Some were actually nice – it wasn't like all of them bugged you and you hated the entirety of men in military. It was just... the effect of those toxic ones, like everywhere; one person that behaved badly, could give an ick. You started being reserved, sticking to women friends (which was hard too, not only because of number but also because of competition) and men that were normal.

As normal as you could be in military.

With time, they got bored and you could function better. Could be as well the effect of the first mission in Afghanistan since from that time they treated you like a human. They were so eager to go, and after coming back several months later, they seemed like different people.

War changes everyone, you were different too. Listening about war, training; something completely different than actually taking a part in it. Pictures of buildings in pieces were nothing, comparing to real life experience, where you marched with weapon in your hand, experiencing real life tragedy.

Sometimes you wondered where people failed – a war like this shouldn't happen, ever.

Over time, military gave you an opportunity to learn something; specialize, as they said. Your mums told you that taking their money is more than responsibility (you couldn't do anything else but laugh at it), so you took something. Something that was interesting enough to dip in – and that was on being IT specialist with a bit of Cyber Operations.

All in all – hacking, protecting your own systems and going through others without being caught was something that you absolutely loved and the fact military paid for it was more than rewarding. It was something you were good at, your skills were your baby to care about and be proud of when someone needed your help; even if it was late at night and you were already sleeping. Firewalls to crack, intel to get, everything could wait. Adrenaline in your veins pumped even more when you had to do it in a field, a gun in your free hand, while another cracked the code.

Happened a tad too much, but you managed – those capabilities brought John Price to you, proposing you the job, not because of his friendship with your mother, but because you were good. Good with your shooting skills, cooperating. Because you had something that he needed very much.

Best compliment you could get, so that's why you were more than confused what to do in your spare time. Two whole months (or more) without being in the field, where you belong.

Wasn't the easiest to turn your routine upside down. From active and in field, to resting and at home, but things were easier when you started watching your show that you abandoned a while ago; of course because of work. Minutes turned to hours of binge-watching Criminal Minds (comes with a job, right?) and ordering something from your local restaurant every now and then because you didn't feel like cutting.

Especially with your arm that still shook a bit and your actions could result in a very bad way, so you chose the safest option for your own safety.

Two weeks passed longer than you expected though, and you're just... well, not only mad, but also bored to hell. You even texted your mother if they don't need any digital help or something, just something to keep yourself busy with because, frankly, you were ready to work again, to go out, to shoot.

Not your arm, though. Your arm was pretty mad at you most of the time and it happened to strike you every now and then, when you forgot your meds.

Mostly, the good thing about your days were when something interesting in TV shows happened or if you were waiting for a food delivery guy that knew you probably better than his own mother at this point. Every little knock to your door was loved, and every time you opened with enthusiasm and a small smile.

Except that one time, after almost two weeks, it wasn't a delivery man with your Thai food that you've waited so patiently for almost an hour.

"Evenin', Rosa. Missed me?"

When you made him his coffee (with insane amount of sugar and caramel with whipped cream on top of it, just as he liked it), he told you everything that happened during your absence. Spots that were on map found by you were their magazines, loads of stuff in here; weapons, other plans, some stuff that Price had to translate and check, but it was valuable.

You couldn't be more satisfied when he told you this, feeling like a kid on Christmas day; less happy you were when he remarked that they don't need your help and your captain pretty much sent you his regards.

Not what you liked, obviously, but it was something.

After explaining one thing, it came down to another – what he was actually doing here since it was still a full-ass mission, not a vacation. Hell, you won't forget the lazy smile he gave you back then, his head tilted to the side.

He looked like a Cheshire cat.

"'s my duty off the field, keepin' you all safe 'n cozy." he winked, ruffling your hair. "Y'know, gotta take care of my girl, yeah? Sucks without your ass around."

You barely managed not to roll your eyes. "Just tell me."

"That's the pure truth."

Well, it wasn't. After laughing at your reaction once again, he told you about Price saying something about sending some of the boys on "vacations" to regenerate properly – boys, Gaz and Soap only. In normal circumstances, it wouldn't be even an option, but since they called a special unit to help them earlier, they had even too many people, so he decided to treat the youngest.

Considerate of him, really. Another reason Soap believed in, was sending him home to take care of you, but you just laughed at that. He didn't know how to take care of himself, taking care of you? Hell, it sounded like a fable that you're feeding kids with.

At least, you thought like this until the next day, when he showed again at your door with groceries in bag, his smile wide. He was gonna cook for you, and the minute you opened, he entered your apartment like it was the most casual thing ever (it was). You said nothing, when he opened fridge and complained on amount of everything, asking how could you eat so little.

You were eating quite normally; Johnny, on the other hand, had eating habits that occasionally horrified you, but given his profession and his strength... everything explained itself.

What horrified you more though, was his cooking skills. Not like they were bad, but you really didn't want him around fire or things that he could easily burn; that's probably why you've decided to make simple sandwiches with him.

Well, it wasn't quite making from your side, considering you only gave him a few ingredients or told him where your knives were. He wouldn't let you do a damn thing, and even if it irritated you badly, he literally couldn't care less.

"'m here for you, hen. Don't complain." he pointed at you.

You'd lie if you'd say you didn't enjoy it, Soap's company; you were almost grateful that Price sent him on leave. That guy wasn't only a walking chaos, but made everything around himself like it, and that was exactly what you needed. Exactly what you needed to break with that boring routine, driving you crazy. Burnt eggs, a lot of dirty plates (he promised to take care of it later, and you both knew the best he's gonna do, is just loading the dishwasher), TV shows that you loved to comment with him. He always had snarky comments about contestants in Rupaul's Drag Race, even if he stated million of times that show is lame.

Yet, he watched with you, so both of you were lame in a cute way, which you were oblivious of. In your dictionary, a word cute, applying to you and soap, didn't exist.

What was shocking in that second visit, was the fact Soap didn't feel like going anywhere from your couch after you've decided to go to sleep. Instead, he asked if you have a sparrow pillow and something to lie on.

"It's not like you have to stay here with me. I'm perfectly capable of staying on my own. Been doing that for almost two weeks now" you said, as with his help, you transformed couch into a cozy place to sleep.

"Mm, just missed ya ass, lass." he pointed at you. "Insufferable little witch you are, y'know?"

"Oh, you love me for that." you rolled your eyes, chuckling.

It shouldn't be surprising to you that "one" time went to multiple times.

Every time he had an excuse to stay – he either was feeling dizzy and heavy after eating something, wanted to spend more time with you or just help you in every day activities. One day he even had a good point; you had to visit the doctor, and he intended to drive you here. Your arm was still too weak, and you needed to rest it, not possibly injure it more since a desire to be back in field was enormous.

With him staying at your place though, came a little more than just his presence – his things. At first it's hard to notice – toothbrush next to yours in cup, some of his clothes, it all felt necessary, he stayed at your place, after all. You started to notice after a few days, though; his PlayStation next to your TV with various games, his clothes in your closet. He even asked you one day if you have better space to place them.

It all felt like he's moving in, not just staying on accident, testing his luck. This motherfucker knew his way with you, and used it all the way, testing your patience because he loved to play with you. Not only competing in games, shooting, military trainings, but in real life.

"You know, your shower head is acting up. Pressure should be high, it's barely coming out at times" Johnny called out from the bathroom. "A man wants just to shower and he can't do it properly."

You laughed, rolling your eyes to yourself. His shower routine. "Annoying, isn't it? I usually don't have time to fix it or call anyone, so..." you shrugged.

"I'll fix it. Not really something to call people on" he huffed, almost offended at your statement; it's something he usually did. Soap didn't really believe in hiring someone to do things, he was sure that he would do these things himself, and not only he'd save money, but he will do it better.

"You will? You know" you turned around, to face the bathroom door "I don't want you to mess it up even-" your voice catched in your throat, mind going completely blank, when you saw him. It felt like God was testing you; Soap in nothing but just white, plushy towel, loosely wrapped around his hips. Any time it could slip and leave you with him all for yourself.

The thought made your cheeks burning hot a little, especially the moment he cocked his eyebrow and leaned against the wall, smirking. He knew how he looked like, how he could easily use it against you, not really trying. Soap's abs and sculped body luring you in, due to years of hard work, military and simply taking care of himself.

A lot of scars just added to image.

"-even more." you finished your previous sentence, clearing your throat.

Somehow, it was very amusing for him, to see you like this. You weren't the type to blush, not in the slightest – after all, you saw everything before; for example, when you stitched him up. How was it different than other times? Military is full of pictures like that.

Yet, there you were. Acting like a girl that saw a man first time without pretty much nothing but a towel, even if the truth was far different from it. Soap was just an eye candy, whether you liked it or not, and it was a big trouble in times.

For a time like this, for example, when he was in your apartment, trying to take care of you, with your towel, using your stuff. His scent was everywhere.

"'m experienced in making things better, don't you worry your pretty head about it" he hummed, placing his hand on your cheek. It looked funny; how big his hand was, but it brought so much comfort to you, that you closed your eyes. "'m gonna take care of my girl, yeah? I told you already."

Nothing came out from you, but just a simple nod. He was so good with words when he wanted to, and you were like a lost puppy, listening to them all, with hope that he meant every one of his promises. And he did – always, if it came down to you, you knew it.

"Good. Now, you have this popcorn ready? Fast&Furious starts literally any minute." he nudged you with his hip, casually taking a sit on the couch.

"Don't you want to put your clothes on first?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Mm. Do I?" he mimicked you, standing up. "Yeah, yeah. Gonna do it, hen, I don't want to deprave you more" Soap whispered to your ear, his body hot, almost skin to skin level. You inhaled some air, sighing just when he disappeared into your room to take his clothes.

It was supposed to ease you, his presence in clothes, but you still had that image of him in that towel only, when your head was leaning against his shoulder during the movie.

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"Him? Helping in kitchen? Cleaning? I had to convince him for months to do that when he lived at my house!"

Since Johnny's mom was finally back from her trip in Spain, he called her in the morning – a simple talk, he said, when you handed him a cup of coffee, still in your pyjamas. You pretty much didn't want to interrupt them, but the moment she asked about you, you had no other choice than participate in discussion as well.

She knew you; impossible not to, considering that you and Johnny were friends for more than a year, serving together, in the same team. You loved talking to her, and she loved talking to you; somehow, you always had topic to talk about (besides her son's behavior, she asked every time – and every time you exaggerated, just to rile him up). Apparently, baking and making ceramic things were something that made your bond go stronger. From time to time, she sent photos of her pottery, and every time, with a warm feeling on your heart, you responded., asking her about technique and stuff like this.

If that would be possible someday, you wanted to meet her so bad, as well as his two sisters. Soap loved his family more than anything in this world, being a big, protective brother, even if his sisters were teenagers, you loved seeing it. Seeing him calling every time he could, seeing him with that little smile when his mom talked about sending him some stuff because he lost weight and he needs to come back to Scotland as soon as possible so she will change that.

More than adorable, honestly.

"Mm, I think the key is to tell him not to do things. Then, he does all that" you laughed, playfully nudging Johnny who rolled his eyes at your implication. "What? Just saying!"

"'st sayin', mhm." he nodded. "I can help when I have to, thank you very much."

"You almost burned my kitchen" you started, chuckling again when he gave you the look "but we appreciate it, yeah."

"Yer just mean. 's all" he pointed at you, wrapping arm around you swiftly, which brought you two closer. His touch almost burned some weird feelings in you, but you brushed them off, smiling to Soap's mother, when her head tilted to the side with a curious expression.

"She's just speaking her mind, John" she laughed, squinting her eyes suddenly.

"You good, ma?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just looking, your hair seems longer?"

He shrugged. "'s normal, I haven't had time to trim it in deployment. Will think about it later"

Conversation ended after another twenty minutes; apparently it was time for her favorite TV show, so Soap ended the call. You sat next to each other in silence for a few minutes, in your phones, scrolling through pages.

"I used to cut my hair in high school" you started, your eyes on his hair "I can cut yours, if you want."

Soap laughed, shaking his hair. "No, thanks."

"Why? It's not like you can't trust my skills!"

"Oh, a ken that. You have a bit wobbly hand, though" he grinned at your eyeroll "and, I think I might keep it this way for a while."

You raised your eyebrow. "You love your mohawk. Thought you're gonna keep it for years, even if you're gonna be a captain or something."

"Aye, probably. 'st testing my options, hen." he stood up, straightening his posture. "Gonna do coffee for us. Pick a movie." he smiled, kissing the top of your head; your cheeks burned red.

You tried to focus on picking a movie, not how the whole gesture made you feel all tingly, but it was almost impossible.

#john soap mactavish #mw2 #soap imagine #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x you #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #soap fluff #johnny mactavish x you #john soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #cod soap #cod fanfic

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bravo4iscool · 2 months

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„You, Colin Bridgerton, will not be going near that woman!“ Anthony almost spat into the face of his younger brother, waving his finger at him. „Not only have you defiled her but her honor with your foolish words!“

„Brother-“ Colin tried but Anthony didn't let him have the word.

„No! You will do as I say, otherwise you can feel free to leave again.“ Anthony's arm pointed towards the door of his study but his gaze was firmly planted on Colin.

Colin‘s jaw tensed while he fumbled with his hands. „You can not expect me to follow your instructions,“ he told his older brother, withstanding the viscount's gaze.

„And why is that so?“

Colin took a deep breath before he walked a step towards Anthony but when he wanted to say something nothing came out of his mouth, so he closed it again.

“I should have known,“ Anthony groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose. „She may not be my responsibility but we both know that she has no male relative to do so, nor does her mother care.“ Anthony smoothes his suit jacket down, looking at Colin again. „That is why I made her my responsibility, Colin. So, either you keep yourself at bay or I need to resort to other means.“

„You would not-“

“Do not dare me to,“ Anthony hissed, his gaze fierce. Colin barely saw his brother behave like that. It made him take a step back and gulp. Anthony was serious right now…

When Varley opened the door her jaw almost fell slack to the floor. „Lord Bridgerton?“ She cleared her throat and stepped aside. „How may I be of service to you?“

Anthony crossed his arms behind his back, glancing down at the older woman. „I would like to speak with Miss Penelope Featherington.“

Varely only blinked at the viscount for a second before she cleared her throat and nodded. „Certainly my Lord. I shall inform her of your presence. Please, spend your wait in the drawing room,“ she guided him down the hallway into the formal drawing room.

Antony nodded. „Thank you Varely.“

„Lord Bridgerton,“ Penelope walked into the room, the hint of a frown on her face. „What is the honor of your visit?“ She bowed her head and Anythony did the same.

„Miss Featherington, I am pleased to see you. I shall speak to you.“ Anthony glanced at Varely who still stood in the door frame. „In private.“

Varely curtsied and left, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile Penelope curiously eyed the man opposite to her, still trying to plaster together the reason why he was here. Perhaps he wanted her to stop visiting Bridgerton House? Or he wanted her to stop her friendships with Eloise? It was well known that where the Featheringtons were, scandal was close.

Anthony cleared his throat, searching for Penelope’s gaze. „I hope we can leave the formalities aside now that we‘re alone,“ he asked.

She hesitatingly nodded as she carefully sat down on one of the couches. Anthony remained on the other side of the room, arms crossed behind his back.

„So, Lord—“

“Anthony,“ he interrupted. „I insist.“

„Oh…“ Penelope nodded again, thinking what to say next. „Then, please, call me Penelope.“

„Very well Penelope.“ Then he started pacing. „The following entreaty may appear peculiar, yet I hope you will let me explain.“

“Certainly, my—Anthony,“ Penelope said, growing more confused with every passing moment. What did he want that seemed weird to him?

Anthony took a deep breath before he straightened his back and looked directly at the youngest Featherington daughter. „Given your lack of a male relative, I wish to undertake the responsibility for your welfare and protection.“

Penelope opened her mouth to answer, but she wasn‘t able to form any words. What?

„I am aware“—Anthony let out an almost nervous chuckle—„that this may be an imposition, yet I—and Kate, as well as the others—only seek the best for you Penelope.“

„I—I can‘t possibly ask this of you!“ Penelope stuttered, still not sure if this wasn‘t a dream or not. There was no way Anthony Bridgerton—Viscount Bridgerton—asked to take responsibility for her. She surely was dreaming or—

„I am the one asking Penelope,“ Anthony interrupted her thoughts, purposely walking towards her.

should i continue this lol? this is a really rough first draft and idk if i should make something outta it or if it should just stay a blurb🧍🏼

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #anthony is being protective #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton x penelope featherington #penelope featherington #anthony wants to be a big bro for penelope🧍🏼#help is needed

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princeescaluswords · 5 months

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Currently thinking of certain factions of fandom who tend to demonize Laura Hale. What exactly did she do that was so awful?

Leaving her injured and catatonic uncle in a care facility? Do they think he would've miraculously healed in New York if she brought him along (if that was even an option)? They seem to think she abandoned him or should've done more. What exactly, dear fandom?

Laura was a young woman who suffered a devastating loss and had to be the leader and look out for her younger brother and injured uncle. Cora was assumed dead too. Similar to Scott, she didn't ask to be alpha.

What did they expect her to do? Wage war against the perpetrators? She didn't know who was involved but she did return when Peter lured her. Fandom thinks she was unfit for the role of alpha because she wasn't ripping throats out and hunting down culprits, that she ~abandoned~ her uncle in a vulnerable state, blah blah.

The way they get angry at Scott disobeying Peter and Derek, you'd think they'd be livid over Peter killing his alpha who was also his niece who was the ~heir~ to Talia. Sacrilege!

Scott didn't ~trust~ Stiles? Well, Petey didn't trust his alpha! Why the secrecy? Why not report in immediately upon gaining consciousness?

*dons the stylish hat of Fandom Logic* Oh, oh Peter was involved in the Hale Fire! He always craved the mantle of alpha and needed Talia out of the way. But he got betrayed by Kate in the end and locked in with the rest of the family. That's why he insisted he's always been the alpha, he was promised the power if he helped destroy the pack. It's why he lured Laura back and killed her instead of communicating, he just wanted the power.

Your question puts me in mind of an argument both This Discontented Winter and Athena Dark have made to counter my indictments of fandoms worship of Peter Hale. To paraphrase TDW, "does all entertainment have to be a morality play?"

The simplistic answer to their bad faith riposte, is "No, it doesn't." You can watch two people sit in a room and not talk to each other. You can watch art hang motionless on a wall or paint dry, but these wouldn't be particularly popular forms of visual entertainment. What excites an audience is how the actors, the characters, the players treat each other, which is governed by principles concerning the distinction between right and wrong or good and bad behavior. In other words, morality.

People watch the Real Housewives franchise because they want to watch rich women behaving badly. People watch John Wick movies because they want to watch ultra violence performed without regard for human life and instead operate on a different code of behavior. Telenovelas, true crime documentaries, space operas, super hero movies -- all the pleasure their audiences gain from it revolve around decisions people make about how to treat each other. They watch it FOR the morality -- or the LACK of it.

The only forms of modern entertainment I can think of that don't focus on morality are professional sports and talent shows, and both of these take it as a given that neither side is cheating. Even Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom proposed to show us the behavior of animals so we can recognize their beauty and right to exist. My apologies to the BNF, but that's morality, too.

When This Discontented Winter bemoans the idea of all entertainment as morality play and Athena Dark that storytelling doesn't have to have a message, what they are in fact arguing for is the ability to celebrate evil. To freely indulge in the type of moral equivocation that allows them to take pleasure in the triumph of a man murdering his niece for power. You know how I know this, because if they truly wanted to enjoy something without the moral dimension, they wouldn't go to such great lengths to protect their blorbos from any moral condemnation.

Thus, we get the idea that Laura deserved death because she abandoned Peter in the long-term care facility, in which he rested safely for six years without the Argents even being aware of his location. We get the idea that Laura deserved death because she didn't seek vengeance for her family, even though she was absolutely looking for the person responsible for the death of her family -- we saw actual physical evidence of it. Thus we get the idea that Peter had no idea what he was doing, that he was out of his mind, only to find out later -- when none of the other characters believe that anymore -- that he was aware of what he was doing all along.

Remember Master Plan (2x12):

Peter: No. It's a laptop. What century are you living in? A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records.

Wow, that's a remarkable amount of foresight for a person who was supposedly so out of his mind that he shouldn't be held responsible for what he did.

The true problem with BNF trying to argue that we don't have to approach the show with an eye toward morality is because the show absolutely did. It was baked into the substance of the show from the get go. The characters are formed to make choices about how they treat other people. To use their own words, we have to treat the entertainment that is called Teen Wolf as a morality play because it IS a morality play. Every story is.

And this is the problem with fandom, which I've noted again and again and again in regards to Star Wars, Shadow and Bone, and now Loki. They want to extract the characters from the moral schema in which they were situated and put them in a new situation, yet pretend that there isn't a moral dimension to this act. And there is, because this new situation is one where only certain considerations are treated as valid, mostly exploitation of the baser instincts of human nature for the benefit of a very small class of stand-ins, defined by race, class, and gender.

#anti peter hale #fandom problems #fandom racism #fandom misogyny

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crushedsweets · 2 months

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What kind of weapons do they all have or powers

PROXIES + O/S VICTIMS

SO. everyone who was ever infected by the operator (proxies, jeff, clocky) has permanently heightened strength, endurance, and senses. so even thin lanky people like jeff and clocky can hold their own against someone like tim. BUT the proxies are obviously stronger since theyre CURRENTLY infected by slendy. jeff and clockys strength is slowly wearing off as the years go by.

this post gets more detailed with the proxies abilities. kates the strongest when in O/S mode, but it completely takes over her mind (which is why she behaves the way she does in game). brians the weakest in O/S mode, but he's the most stable. toby's a special case cuz he seems to keep his mentality in every situation

PARANORMAL

jack is pretty similar. his skin feels like normal skin, but wounding it is difficult. sort of like ghouls from tokyo ghoul ... not impossible to kill, but it is difficult. again, echolocation and thermavision. the keratin in his nails forms AROUND the finger tip and turns into the black claws i draw. it can be cut, but it grows back in 2 weeks.

sally is a poltergeist, so. floating, go through walls, can throw objects, make rooms freezing cold, etc. touching her physical form is almost like trying to touch liquid... like, you can feel it, but your hand goes through it. BUT she can sort of 'solidify' her form (usually so jane can hold her hand, do her hair) but it takes energy.

BEN has pretty much the same powers as sally, BUT ALSO is like. inherently attached to the internet and technology. touching him feels like touching an old box TV, where you can feel the static. this is mostly for the sake of story convenience, but i also make him give off a wifi signal LMFAOOO you could be in the middle of the forest and still scroll the internet if he's close enough. he can also completely dissipate his form and exist within technology.

ZALGOIDS

ann and lulu have crazy regeneration. cut off one of their legs and it pops right back on. lulu also knows where everyone is at all times if it's foggy, since she can sense every water particle. so if toby's hiding behind a tree and isnt visible in sight, lulu can still sense him. ann also has this insanely painful scream but idk if i'd call it a power. its just inhuman levels loud, but not killer

dina is the same with all her senses and regeneration, but she also has a lot of like. her body transforms like crazy. mostly into animalistic stuff like owls, occasionally sheep... doesnt really give her the ability to fly or anything, but is pretty scary seeing blood wings rip out through her back

lazari, AGAIN, has all of those senses and endurance and whatever. her body rapidly transforms into demonic figures. goats and hawks and all the eyes and whatnot. she's probably one of the absolute strongest creeps, but her mind is so vulnerable that the proxies+jack get ahold of her very quickly and she relaxes.

WEAPONS

jeff uses knives OBVIOUSLY. brian and tim like their guns. toby and hatches. clocky and machetes+guns. kate uses her bare fucking hands (and rocks and scrap metal etc....). anns favorite torture toy when she was alive was a hack saw. jane keeps a gun in a gun cabinet at her house, for self defense. nobody else really has a designated weapon preference

#creeped #hcs #thank you for ask!!

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Thoughts on the alternate universe Victoria Chase? I get that she seems nicer than the prime version of her, but I have to wonder how much of that is her identifying Max as a future photography great and trying to kiss up to her early on.

I think the way Victoria behaves in the alternative timeline is a confirmation of what Taylor says in the main timeline.

Taylor says that, despite her bossiness, Victoria is a good friend. She was the only one there for her when her Mom had surgery, and Taylor clearly appreciates it. At this point in the game, it's hard to imagine Victoria being a good friend because we've mostly seen her nasty interactions with Kate or her frenemy interactions with Max. I think that's why the alternative timeline expands her character to show that she's more than one thing. She's not just a bully; she's capable of being a good friend too.

I think alternative universe Victoria is a glimpse of the friend that Taylor knows. It makes sense Max would see this side of her on this timeline because the game states multiple times that the only reason Max and Victoria aren't friends is because of jealousy on both sides and Victoria's nasty attitude toward people like Kate.

The trait Victoria envies most about Max is how little she cares about what other people think. However, an argument could be made that if alt Max was trying to cozy up with the Vortex Club, she probably cared more about the school's social hierarchy than main Max did. That might mean that Victoria was less threatened by Max because she was conforming with the popular kids instead of doing her own thing. It's also implied that alt Max is mean (it's revealed through texts that she's thrown things at Alyssa) and she might not have cared as much, or at all, about how Victoria treated Kate.

So that's what I think is going on with alt Victoria. She's the friend Taylor has, but Max never really gets to see. Though the other interpretations that Victoria is sucking up to Max because she's higher on the hiercery are super interesting too!

#lis #life is strange #max caulfield #victoria chase #jaydude1992 #asks

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shatcey · 3 months

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Chocolate from Kate (Alfons/Roger)

Victor/Harrison (Victor) Ellis/Elbert (Ellis) Alfons/Roger(Alfons) Victor (epilogue)

It's only on the last pair I notice something…

In each pair, one of the guys already has his main route, while the other doesn't. So… In the ending, they are either in a relationship with Kate, or in the pre-relationship stage. A peculiar fact, no more.

The story of Alfons and Roger begins with their quarrel. I had just started Elbie's route and noticed some tension between these characters, but didn't expect its scale before this event.

I didn't know that...

Their fight is getting out of control, so Kate decides to threaten them. Sorry… I decided to improve the translation a bit.

This is a terrifying threat, considering following reaction…

Well, at least Kate tried to object this time… but… the same as with Victor… nobody asks her opinion.

Alfie offers to resolve their dispute once and for all…

But Roger refuses with a very convincing explanation… in this case, there is no loser, which means there is no free servant. He didn't chicken out… Of course not.

Speaking of Victor. Ha came…

And he offers a very extravagant way to solve their problem. His friend desperately needs help. A birthday party is planned, but without the birthday person. So…

She's already done it, so… She's kind of a professional pretending to be other people. And no one asks her opinion again. She's deep in the Crown, so if daddy says, you just do it…

And Alfie and Roger will play her servants. But they need to play as a team, and if they do so, Kate will give them friendship points (I didn't make up a name).

So… They came to the mansion… Kate covered her face with a thick veil, but no one even thought it was weird… And the fact that this birthday girl (I forgot her name) is with two people whom no one has ever seen before is also not strange at all…

Boys in public are perfect actors, but then no one is watching… they behave extremely childishly.

Everything went well, so in the end they told Kate she needed to rest and she went back to the guest room. Suddenly a guy came in and started threatening her with a gun.

This guy is definitely a villain. He's not only stupidly approach the girl who was with two big guys just a minute ago, he tells everything about himself. He kidnap people for ransom on the constant basis.

The boys came to the rescue. It was actually a pretty decent team work. I'm really surprised that they did so well.

This time, Roger decided for Kate who she would give her chocolate to.

I don't mind… Go away, mister…

And in the Alfie's ending… Kate explains why she didn't give him the chocolate in the first place. After all, they're dating, and that would be completely normal.

He pretend to be offended (oh, drama queen) and made her say several times that she loves him. And he promised to eat the chocolate and more in the coach…

I didn't expect less from him…

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #ikemen games #ikevil #ikemen villains #alfons sylvatica #ikemen alfons #ikevil alfons #roger barel #ikemen roger #ikevil roger #victor #ikemen victor #ikevil victor #ikemen villains victor #ikemen event

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elvriuh · 6 months

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Lil head cannons about my proxies! || Head Cannons || My AU.

Alright, before we dive in, just so you know, in my alternate universe, Kate is kind of like a proxy! I figured it fits since she's one of the OGs who got looked after by The Operator.

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Proxies headcannons.

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Kate the Chaser is the OG proxy, I mean, she's the very first proxy in the gang.

Masky, he's the top dog proxy, and Hoody, well, he's like the second-in-command proxy. As for Kate and Toby, they're both part of the proxy crew too.

When it comes to Toby, let's just say the other proxies aren't big fans, especially Kate, who's kind of on the fence about him. Why, you ask? Well, Toby's a real wild one, and he's about as approachable as a cactus. He can be all smiles one moment, but if you give him any lip, he might just chuck a hatchet at your noggin.

Now, Kate is definitely the sweetest and most easygoing of the bunch.

Toby, on the other hand, isn't exactly winning any “Employee of the Month” awards. The others often scratch their heads, wondering why he's even a proxy. I can totally picture them shrugging when someone asks about it.

Masky is the strict enforcer around here, with Hoody following his lead.

And speaking of Masky, he's the one you don't want to mess with. Seriously, he can land one punch, and you might end up meeting your maker. The guy's built like a tank!

Hoody, on the other hand, is the brainiac of the group, no doubt about it.

Now, Kate, she's more of a “Please don’t fight or… I’ll… I’ll have to give you detention!” type of gal, and she says it all sweet and hushed. She's a real sweetheart, for sure.

When it comes to their feelings about The Operator, everyone but Toby despises the guy. They're all stuck in this situation against their will, and you can see the other proxies cringing at Toby, wondering how he can stand the guy. They're practically facepalming over it.

Oh, and Kate always has to drop “Masky" or “Hoody” in her writings because people tend to dismiss her as too soft-spoken.

In the end, Kate's the peacemaker. If you don't listen to her, she's got a secret weapon: “Masky…?” And you better believe that Masky will show up and make sure you start behaving, his own, uh, brutal way. Hoody's hardly ever seen in Jack's infirmary, probably because he's always on the lookout and careful. Toby, on the other hand, practically lives there. Masky doesn't show up much either. Kate's usually trailing behind Toby; she tends to get roughed up quite a bit on missions. Poor Kate, honestly.

When all four of them are out on a mission, they work together like a well-oiled machine. They're seriously impressive! But once the mission's done, it's like a middle-finger throwing contest between them.

Even though Toby is all in for The Operator, The Operator totally plays favorites with Masky and Hoody.

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#Kate the Chaser #Proxies #Proxy #Headcannons #Masky #Hoody #or #Hoodie #creepypasta #creepypastas #my au #what more to add?#uh?#toby #Ticci Toby #Toby Erin Rogers #??#WHAT MORE??

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mannuh0v · 16 days

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CREEPYPASTA - Headcanons

~ Hello hello everyone! I hope you are well. This is Mannuh, I felt like writing... Why not?

~ Spooky hedcanons, I'll do the ones I know the most about and I'll update later!

-Nina -L.J -Jeff -Masky

-Toby -E.J -Jane -Hoodie

-Liu -Sally -BEN -Kate

~ I really hope everything is OK! Since I'm new to Tumblr, I don't really know how the question box and stuff like that works, so we'll be without it for a while! :) Well, I'll leave you with 1 headcanon of each character ^^

JEFF THE KILLER

~ He has a bad habit of facial hygiene, his injuries, especially the cut in his mouth, are infected, he no longer feels the pain he used to, so repeating it is not a problem! But he never cleans, after all he does not feel the need to. The more "nice" the more afraid his victim is, which will make him proud as always

NINA THE KILLER

~ Nina is a 100% independent person. She has learned to develop her skills and doesn't have as much contact with Jeff anymore. Over time, she has given up the obsession with him and developed self-love. She still likes it when people try to focus more on themselves! It's worth noting that Nina has very good aim and is constantly training to surpass Jeff.

SALLY

~ She looks like a child, but she isn't! She may act like one, talk like one, but it doesn't change the fact that she would be around 60 years old currently. She is very polite and kind, she doesn't trust men but makes exceptions for Toby, LJ, Liu, Masky etc. Women she tends to be liberal, talkative when she wants! Even so, she is a spirit she can do whatever she wants with her body, her victims are very afraid of her in a certain way, even though she almost doesn't kill them, only if necessary! (She would probably have a very feminist side, but she doesn't act like one, she just thinks)

"TICCI" TOBY / TOBY ROGERS

~ Toby, he's a very reserved guy with certain people but he's very lively with those he meets, but that doesn't remove the fact that he can be serious, brutal or even sadistic! He has his interests, goals and objectives and always tries to fulfill them without being interrupted. He doesn't like Slender/Operator, not like before he realized that one time or another he will die and clearly his boss won't do anything just look a replacement. Apart from that, he can act anywhere from a 28-year-old man to a 19-year-old muleke who has just entered puberty, this man can have problems but he is extremely polite (with whoever he wants), respectful, and reserved and can have moments that he reveals something of his rarest trait

EYELESS JACK

~ EJ, a cannibalistic man who is extremely serious and well-behaved. A demon that walks on 2 or 4 legs depends on its state, it is not a guy of many words but it maintains relationships with other Creepys or Proxies. He is someone with experience about the human body, so he knows everything! He doesn't just eat kidneys, but his preference in food is clearly human or animal organs on certain occasions, in my opinion EJ always has something saved in case of need, he probably knows when to attack his victims, maybe you don't have 1 kidney and you don't know .. He is stealthy when he is in an angrier form he becomes more animalistic, bizarre and terrifying and scares anyone, but when he is calm and in his own person he becomes like a normal person! but it's not

BEN DROWNED

~ This guy is a professional hacker, if you want something that involves the Internet he can do it effortlessly, this includes, Hacking people, Stalking, Searching, He can change very advanced settings, disabling websites and things like that! I wouldn't want to pick a fight with him! He is not afraid of water, he just has certain traumas, but now (perhaps) overcome, he can range from playful to extremely violent, making his victim die through a screen! He is a spirit, don't expect something physically but expect discord in your life, leaked data, bizarre messages, photos, etc.

☠People, I'm going to do the sequel soon, because I don't want to write much, you know? Maybe I can think about writing history and things like that in the future, even though I don't have the best writing skills in the world! I can try, what do you think? :^

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #jane the killer #ticcy toby #jeff the killer #nina hopkins #kate the chaser #creepypasta fanart #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #ben drowned creepypasta #Sally headcanon #sally williams #sally creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #slenderman #creepypasta fandom

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silverhallow · 8 months

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The Sea Witch’s Curse

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: when Sophie loses her voice at her job as a disney princess at the disney store she has to get creative… not thinking it would completely change her life

warnings: none. Just fluffy nonsense

word count: 2224 words

author's note: I saw a post on Instagram about something like this happening and @sophiebernadotte told me to write it… so I did 😂

The Disney store was not where Benedict had hoped to spend his afternoon but he had promised Hyacinth he would take her out shopping so that she could have whatever she wanted, within reason, if she behaved for him whilst he was looking after her the week before.

At 8 years old she was obsessed with Disney and the princesses and every weekend when she was at the shopping centre, she demanded she be took to the Disney store so she could hang out with the Princesses.

Benedict, so far, had managed to avoid that particular trauma with his youngest sister but this weekend he knew he had no choice, he had made the promise and since it was a toss up between Disney Store shopping or three separate events for Eloise, Francesca and Gregory… he knew which he’d prefer and so he’d bundled his youngest sister in his car and headed off to the shopping centre with no idea how much his life was about to change…

~*~

It was the last thing Sophie Beckett needed today. Waking up with no voice when she had a full day at work and they were already low on staff so she was working a longer shift than normal so she knew there was no way that she was phoning in sick.

Not only was it against her working ethics, it wasn’t fair to her friends there so she’d messaged her manager to tell her what was happening and that she had a plan…

It was a little unconventional, she knew some of the kids in the shop would be a bit confused but she was sure it would work, at least to some degree anyway.

And for the most part people just wanted pictures with her in her Princess uniform anyway so she wouldn’t be required to do much speaking she was sure of it.

She’d made sure her Ipad was fully charged and her Apple Pen was ready and raring to go as she made her way into the packed shopping centre.

Saturday’s were always the busiest and there would always be a steady stream of people with kids coming in and out of the disney store so she knew she was in for a busy day.

Kate, her best friend was also on shift but due to the shortage of staff was on the tills today rather than being dressed up as usual and had laughed at Sophie’s plan but said it was ingenious, Tabitha, who was dressed as Ariel had laughed and agreed to Sophie’s hairbrained plan for the day and agreed to back her up if anyone asked why Cinderella was walking around with a sign that said “Ursula the Sea Witch has gotten confused and stolen my voice today but I am still happy to assist you”

Sophie knew it was a long shot and some of the kids had been very confused as to how Ursula had gotten confused between the two of them but Ariel had explained that she and Cinderella had been trying on each other’s clothes and it must have confused the witch and some of the younger kids bought it.

Sophie did have one creep offer to give her “true love’s kiss” to get her voice back but after a disgusted look and the security guard coming over to protect the princesses from the creep in the shop who had no kids with them, most of it stopped.

That was until one of her regular and favourite customer’s came in.

She hadn’t seen little Hyacinth in a few weeks and the last time she’d come in her older brother had spent a lot of time talking to Kate and so Sophie had shown Hyacinth the new Moana stuff they’d gotten and it had been a fun afternoon with the young girl.

Sophie didn’t know much about the Bridgerton’s but she knew they were a large family and so when she heard Hyacinth’s squeal of happiness at her favourite princess being there and looked up and saw a different older brother with her, Sophie felt her heart do a little flip.

He could have given any Prince Charming a run for his money and some but Sophie didn’t have long to admire the man as Hyacinth had thrown herself into Sophie’s arms and was hugging her tightly.

So tightly, Sophie had lost the grip on her iPad and it had fallen to the floor, “sorry Sophie” Hyacinth exclaimed as she bent down and picked it up and then read what was on the screen and gasped “Ursula has stolen your voice!?” she explained

The man with Hyacinth chuckled “I thought it was Ariel that she usually stole the voice off…”

“Well Sophie’s got such a nice singing voice, even better than Ariel’s that clearly Ursula wanted someone else” Hyacinth said in a matter of fact tone to her brother as she handed Sophie back the iPad, “besides, it doesn’t matter, if she’s lost her voice then we have to find a way to defeat Ursula to get it back!” she said “Ohhh there is Kate! I’ll go ask Kate for idea’s!” Hyacinth said and ran off before Benedict or Sophie could say anything.

“Sophie huh? I thought you were Cinderella?” the handsome man asked with a brow raised and a lopsided smirk on his face

Sophie grabbed her pen and scribbled Hyacinth’s been in that often she’s seen me on non-princess days so refuses to call me Cinderella anymore, same with why she calls Kate, Kate and not her princess

“Well that make sense… that and Anthony is now dating Kate” he said

True. but she was calling Kate her name long before then.

He smirked and shrugged “she is very strong willed, she’ll have a thousand ideas as to how to get your voice back when she comes back”

I don’t doubt it but some rest and not speaking will do it for me I am sure. I’ve not seen you here with Hyacinth before but clearly you’re a brother… so you must be Benedict? I’m assuming.

Benedict blinked, most women, or people just saw him as another Bridgerton and rarely did someone who had never met him before even know his name

“How… did you know?”

Sophie beamed and wrote Hyacinth told me she had four brothers, Anthony i’ve met, she told me that Benni was taller than Anthony, and Gregory is 10… and i’m sure I saw Colin in here a few weeks ago talking to Kate and trying to make her see sense about Anthony and he was definitely shorter so you have to be Benni… and Kate told me it’s Benedict not Benni…

Benedict laughed “yes, Benedict, or Ben… it’s nice to meet you Sophie, Hyacinth doesn’t shut up about you or Kate or the rest of the princess to be honest…”

Well she’s a sweet kid

“Sweet isn’t how we’d word it…”

Strongwilled?

Benedict laughed “that’s kinder than pain in the arse but yes, she’s got the entire family wrapped around her finger”

It must be nice. Being close to your family

“It is maddening but it is nice…” he smiled at her, wondering why he felt so comfortable around her and found her so easy to talk to.

Hyacinth had always said that Sophie was a kind hearted girl, that she was training to be a Vet, that she was very pretty but Benedict was blown away by her green eyes, the smile on her face and he’d not heard her talk but he could almost imagine her melodious laugh and tone when he read her words.

There was a magical quality about her and it was drawing him in.

They spent half an hour talking, or he was talking and Sophie was writing, just chatting about his family, he’d asked about her course and how it was going, whilst Hyacinth was talking to Kate and then talking to Ariel and a few of the other princesses, her eyes kept flicking over to the keep and eye on Benedict and Sophie and he missed the scheming look in his sister’s eyes when Kate had come back and whispered in her ear a few seconds later Hyacinth came running over “I know how to fix it!”

Benedict and Sophie looked towards the young girl with their brows raised and looking amused “and how is that Hyacinth?”

“Kate said it’s the same with Ariel, she has to be kissed by her Prince Charming!”

That may be the case Hyacinth but I don’t have a Prince Charming

“I know! Kate told me! But Benni could be him!” Hyacinth said without a care in the world, causing Benedict to splutter and Sophie to go bright red.

“I’m not Prince Charming Hy, you know that…”

“But you could be!” Hyacinth said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Hyacinth, you can’t just kiss people you’ve just met and not when they’re at work…” Benedict said trying to defuse the situation as he felt his own cheeks growing red

“But you could take her out and then kiss her! Kate said you were checking Sophie out and flirting with her! So you could!”

“Hyacinth…” Benedict whined as both Sophie and Benedict shot Kate a look who was just standing behind the till laughing away to herself as she served a customer and clearly enjoying the look on her friends face.

Hyacinth, it is nice of you to try and help me out but I am sure i’ll be fine in a few days, and besides I am sure Benedict wasn’t flirting with me.

“He was flirting with you!”

Benedict went bright red at being called out by his littlest sister.

“Hyacinth, look, just… here… here’s £30, go find a toy and buy it. Please…”

“But…”

“Look, just let us talk please… if you do this we’ll go for a mcdonalds and then an Gunthers on the way home…”

Hyacinth looked at the money and then between Benedict and Sophie and grabbed the money and ran off into the toys looking for something to buy and Benedict turned to Sophie, both of whom were bright red and a little mortified

“Sorry about her…”

It’s fine. She’s not the first one to try and find me Prince Charming today. It’s okay you can just… I don’t know tell her you’re not interested or whatever or say we’re going out and just lie?

“And what if I am interested in taking you out? And was actually flirting… and clearly doing a bad job if you think i’m not interested”

Sophie spluttered, the first real noise to come out of her mouth all day; you’re interested?

“Of course I am. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, I see why Hyacinth loves you so much, so what about it? Give it a few days for your voice to come back and i’ll take you out to dinner? If… if you want?” he said suddenly wondering if perhaps he’d misread the signs

Sophie nodded, i’d like that… if you give me your number i’ll message you when i’m off work and we can text whilst my voice heals then we can go out.

“Really?” he asked excitedly

Sophie nodded with a shy smile.

Benedict stuck his hand in his wallet and grabbed a business card out and with the actual pen Sophie had on her lanyard he scribbled another number down “this is my personal one, this is my work one… and my email just… just incase” he grinned sheepishly, realising how uncool it was to go over the top but Sophie just grinned and took the card and slipped it into the top of her costume and out of sight and Benedict tried not to look as it disappeared into her bra and he went more red than he already was

I’ll send you all mine later

“Thanks”

“BENNIIIIIII” came a voice that was skipping back with a huge Stitch stuffed toy and an innocent smile on her face “can I have this?”

“How much is it?”

“£55…”

Benedict sighed, it was more than he wanted to spend and he knew Anthony would kill him but considering Hyacinth in her bulldozer way had maybe just helped him get a date with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life he nodded “fine… but you have to chose Gunthers or McDonalds we’re not doing both…”

Hyacinth squeaked “thank you”

“Come on, we’ll go pay, it was nice to meet you Sophie and I look forward to hearing from you later…” he grinned at her and Sophie beamed

It was lovely to meet you too. See you later Hyacinth…

“Bye Sophie!” Hyacinth said waving and Sophie watched as the brother and sister made their way to the till and Benedict’s clearly sheepish interaction with Kate and Kate looking over at Sophie with a smirk on her face, which Sophie returned with a glare, and mouthed “i’m going to kill you”

Though she knew it was just payback considering she’d done the same thing not a month earlier when Anthony had been in the store but as Benedict left with a bright smile back at Sophie, she couldn’t help but save his number into her phone as Prince Charming…

And when he proposed to her, 18 months later…he did so dressed as Prince Charming from Cinderella…

#bridgerton #Benophie #Benophie drabble #bridgerton drabble #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #Benedict x Sophie

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